CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
“This place is quite something,” Sach murmured as we walked along the winding path illuminated by metallic LED tiki torches that simulated flickering flames. “I’m glad we opted for dress-up instead of jeans and Ts.”
Linda concurred as we stepped up to Steaming Mimi’s two-door glass entrance, etched with the restaurant’s name and abstract swirls representing steam. Tall, floor-to-ceiling windows ran along the entire restaurant as did alahe’e, which had been pruned into hedges.
“Quite something,” Sach repeated as he opened the door and we stepped onto a vast terrazzo-tiled floor.
Inside, ambient lighting was provided by suspension lamps with interlocking squares of vibrant amber. Soft jazz played in the background as four-dozen guests—well-dressed and well-heeled—mille
