He hadn’t just stolen her ragù. He was remaking her entire past, dish by dish.
The heartburn had started three months ago, the same week her ex-husband, Luca, opened Fuoco across town. heartburn pt. 1 rachael cavalli
Her phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number: Saw your new tasting menu. Still playing it safe, I see. —L. He hadn’t just stolen her ragù
“Chef,” her sous, Marco, said, sliding a tablet under her nose. “Vendor order. Cavolo nero is up thirty percent.” the same week her ex-husband