Chapter Eight
What a rollercoaster of emotions! On the one hand, Kate was livid at Aidan's lies. He stood in the kitchen pretending to be begging his dad for financial support. What kind of person did that? Certainly not the good, kind-hearted man she married.
On the other, she had never felt such relief before. Aidan's mum, Celia had assured her that they would help with finance if she and Aidan put together a decent proposal showing growth plans and means of paying them back. "Good night all," she said, waving to the last of her customers with a smile so easily served because of her chat with Celia. "Come back again, and don't forget to tell your friends."
Once the doors were locked, Kate had the tills to count, leaving Francesca and Benjamin to set up the tables with cloths, cutlery,
