Chapter 59 ~ January 5 Marital MayhemAs soon as she was able to extricate herself from well-wishers, Camelia retreated to the Italian Club dining room. It was late, she was tired, she desperately wanted to take her shoes off, and she was ravenous.
Sophie and Steve had already left, and Leon was surrounded by old friends, so she staked out a table in the corner by herself. With it being so late, she ordered an antipasto platter—one of the few things still available from the kitchen—and wine. The heady Italian red was smooth and fruity. And it went down way too easily. Camelia had drained the bottle into her glass and ordered a second by the time Leon joined her, 45 minutes later.
“Finally tore yourself away from the Berenchuks, I see. Want something to eat?” Camelia said.
“Yeah, well, yo
