Chapter 79

Imogen

I am wringing my hands with nerves alongside having butterflies bursting in my stomach with excitement. In just thirty minutes the first critiques, bloggers you name it will be arriving and the guests then after. I have allowed a thirty-minute gap between guests arriving and the people who can make or break me. I want them to have the experience on their own initially and to sample the dishes, how my staff perform and the ambience of the restaurant.

“Nervous?” Autumn asks me. She looks stunning in her gold shimmery cocktail dress, it hangs to her ankles with a high slit on the right-hand side, the bodice is fitted, against her tan skin she looks like something out of a Bond movie. Her hair is piled on top of her head in a kind of 1940’s style and she is pure elegance. When Calli arrives he is going to be bedazzled that is for sure.

“Yes, both excited and nervous. I want tonight to be over.”

“Hey, don’t say that. No, you don’t. You have worked damn hard for this Imogen; you need