Chapter Thirty-Four
Kate had tried to give Francesca the time she needed. Her friend arrived during the first rush, which a few months earlier wouldn't have mattered. This lunch, however, she was rushed off her feet. She understood the gist of Francesca's problem: she was pregnant with her soon-to-be-ex-husband's child. Kate had to agree, Francesca was in a pickle.
She didn't know if she'd helped, or not. Francesca left happily enough. Poor Benjamin had been running food and helping in the kitchen with starters and mains. Kate thought she might need to start bringing in more staff.
"How was everything? I hope it was to your liking." She leaned over Harriet Gaines' table, picking up the dirty dessert plates and bowls, stacking them neatly on the edge. "Is there anything else I can bring
