POV: BRIGAIL
Brigail was three blocks from Fiordilatte when she realized she was grinning at the sidewalk.
She pressed her lips together. Looked at her shoes. The grin came back.
She had been doing that for four days now. On buses, at her baccarat table, in the walk-in cooler at the restaurant. Holly had started calling it her "wistful look" and saying it like a diagnosis.
She pushed through the back door and nearly walked into Jessica.
"Nobody texted you?" Jessica asked. "We're closed until Sunday. Only the line cooks today."
Brigail checked her phone. Nothing. She looked up and found the kitchen nearly empty. Just the low hum of equipment and Selah's office door cracked open.
Selah appeared in the gap. "In here."
Brigail sat across from her and waited.
"Congratulations," Selah s
