In the kitchen at the restaurant Caprice was prepping lasagnes for the day and quizzing Delfina on the date while her mother openly eavesdropped.
“And this woman boldly said she was in love with him?”
“Yup.”
“Because you put it out there in his face?”
“Yes.”
“And you simply left when she declared her undying love and he seemed flabbergasted?”
“Was I expected to stay and fight for him?”
“No but you could have punched her in the face or the boob for ruining your date before you at least ate the food at a Michelin star restaurant.” Caprice grunted. “I mean you should have at least eaten food.”
Her mother nodded vigorously, “I don’t condone violence but a good slap to the face would have put the woman in her place.”
She turned to look at her mother, “Mom!”
“I want you to be able to l
