Andrea Benet paced around the polished floors of La Cucina. “I can’t believe what I’ve done. Oh, damn,” she mumbled, then stopped short. “I’m talking to myself. I never talk to myself!”
After lengthy negotiations with the Island Company, Andrea had recently relocated her boutique kitchen shop and deli to new quarters that also housed the office of her catering company, Insula, on the Avalon beachfront promenade. What should have been a time of profound satisfaction, however, was anything but satisfying.
As Andrea paced, her moving figure was reflected in one after another of the framed photos Lexi Yoshimoto had taken of buffet tables and specialty items, all favorite selections of Andrea’s catering patrons. As if seen in a pier-glass, her reflection appeared to cross a steamy golden pael
