My husband, Julian, the celebrity chef, was counting on the opening dinner of his Michelin-starred restaurant, Aethel, to make him a legend overnight. But to please his mistress, Sienna, a food influencer, he decided to crown my signature dish, Tears of the Deep, with a wad of cheap, pink cotton candy. And so, with a Netflix documentary crew and the top food critics in America watching, that work of culinary art was carried to the table with a ridiculous lump of cotton candy perched on top. Dead silence. The investors’ faces darkened. Social media exploded. “Is this fine dining or a children’s carnival?” Julian’s career collapsed on what should have been the most glorious night of his life. And I, the restaurant’s pastry chef, simply watched from the sidelines. Because in my last life, I had fought with everything I had to stop him from making that stupid decision. The result? When the restaurant later caught fire, he chose to save his unharmed mistress......
