Chapter Thirteen
Bea had really outdone herself. Seafood risotto, cold broccoli salad, fresh Italian bread, white wine, and chocolate clementine torte for dessert. Delicious food, a beautiful table set with fresh flowers and candles, funky jazz playing softly in the background, everything was over the top well done.
"Fantastic," Michael declared after savoring his first bite of the torte and grunting with pleasure.
Bea blushed furiously then giggled into her napkin. They had all complimented her for the meal throughout dinner, but she seemed to find Michael's praise especially flustering.
"It's Jamie's...Jamie Oliver's," she explained. "I wanted to make something really special for tonight, you see. So I pulled out my handy copy of Jamie Cooks Italy." She smiled brightly at Michael.
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