unsophisticated wonder captivated him, made him feel good. Her energy was so unlike Angelicaâs, whoâd become bored with Rome and increasingly unappreciative of the cityâs cuisine. âIâm not crazy about it,â sheâd said of Riatoliâs signature scallop dish, the one Tiffany had come to copy and conquer. But where Angelica had become jaded and taken lifeâs luxuries for granted, Tiffany soaked them up with the appreciation due them. Nick was overcome with the desire to be the one who introduced her to the finer things in life, to his world. He was about to tell her so when Tiffanyâs eyes widened and dimples rippled with the smile that broke across her face.
One glance at her mentor walking in their direction and excitement replaced Tiffanyâs nervousness. This was the man who was going to fill her with the knowledge that would bring her closer to her dreams. âChef Riatoli!â she whispered, when he stopped at her table.
Chef smiled at her but addressed Nick first. âSignore Rollins. It is my pleasure.â
âAs always, Emilio, the pleasure is mine.â Nick looked at Tiffany and ignored the stab of jealousy that arose at the adoring way she stared at Emilio. âI believe you know my dining companion, Tiffany Matthews?â
âIndeed I do,â Chef Riatoli said. âIt is a thoughtful student who tests the dishes sheâll attempt to master.â He finally turned to Tiffany. âWelcome to Roma.â
âThank you, Chef. I hope you donât mind my coming to your dining room instead of the kitchen on this first visit.â
âIn the company of one of my best customers? Never!â
Chef Riatoli and Nick conversed a moment more before the sommelier joined them to discuss the wine list. âIâll leave you to this expert,â Chef Riatoli finished. âBut may I suggest the veal for your main course tonight? Itâs exquisite, grown especially for our kitchen.â
âWeâll take your suggestions for the entire meal,â Nick countered easily. Before turning to the sommelier, Nick looked at Tiffany. âDo you prefer sweet or dry?â
âIâm not much of a drinker,â she concluded honestly. âYou decide.â
Nick and the sommelier settled on a Dom Perignon Rosé, to start, as the waiter brought out a basket of focaccia, fresh from the oven. The flat bread was golden brown, topped with fresh tomatoes, basil, and olive oil, and a bowl of red caviar.
Over the next two and half hours, Tiffany learned about the man named Dominique âNickâ Rollins and ate the best food sheâd ever tasted in her life. In between the perfectly cooked scallop appetizer, raw oysters on the half shell (which Tiffany loved, to her surprise), smoked mozzarella salad, and the palate-cleansing chilled celery soup, Tiffany learned about Nickâs latest venture, a boutique hotel, and their shared dream of owning a five-star eatery with a three-star Michelin ratingâthe highest rating awarded by this industry bible, and a difficult score to achieve. During the fifth and sixth courses, braised monk-fish followed by the medium-rare veal that tasted like ambrosia and melted in their mouths, Nick learned that Tiffany was an only child with an independent streak, a college graduate with a near four-point average, and a delicious mix of contradictionsâa feisty woman with a childlike need for the security of a twenty-three-year-old teddy bear. While not spending much time talking about her parents, Tiffany showed open admiration for her grandmother, whoâd encouraged her love of cooking. The food Nick and Tiffany ate was accompanied by a chilled Chardonnay, and later a mellow Cabernet Sauvignon. Though sheâd only had one glass of each, Tiffany was feeling as warm and fuzzy as Tuffy by the time dessert arrived. The gelato-based treat was a Chef Riatoli original, and the alcohol Tiffany had
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