Celebrity chefs, media, restaurateurs, prospective investors, the entire Fasano clan, and then some would be celebrating at the local Fasano restaurant. I’d heard several cookbook publishers and some TV executives were going to be on location and wanted to talk to Tony about a TV opportunity, and Mama Mona about a Fasano cookbook containing the Fasano original recipes. It was all so very exciting and frightening at the same time. This event was supposed to be the coming out of my relationship with Tony as his fiancée. I warned him that the media would spin something nefarious having seen me with two other celebrities in the past couple months. He assured me it would be okay and that everything was under control. Translation in my head: Everything was not okay, shit was going to hit the fan, and I’d be stuck in the middle of it. Angelina told me the entire restaurant had been transformed into a swank open plan. All the tables had been moved into the warehouse adjacent to the restaurant and replaced with hi-boy tables.
