CHAPTER TWELVE
Aggie had always loved the red and white checked tablecloths at Flavia’s, the best Italian restaurant in the county. She always thought it was so authentic. Not that she’d ever been to Italy, but she imagined that it would be just like that.
Coco, who had once dated Luigi, the chef, could always manage to get them a table, even during their busiest season. Not that it was busy yet though—there was still a month or two until the season really got underway.
Coco and Aggie sat, after having ordered their favourite bottle of Prosecco, and compared notes about their upcoming venture while they waited for Christie to arrive.
Not five minutes later, she waltzed in, dressed in a classic knee-length black trench coat, which she took off to reveal a pretty blue floral tea dress to
