‘This place is insane,’ whispered Cassie. ‘Old Europe with a touch of Middle Eastern souk. A hotel whipped up by Baz Luhrmann! Whitby Point eat your heart out!’ ‘We’re coming to see Pietro, a Hollywood legend in his own right, so why not experience another one? I think we deserve a bit of fun, so I thought I’d show you this place,’ said Michael as they walked through the lobby of gothic archways, Tiffany lamps, padded and fringed velvet sofas, and deep plush armchairs with gold-tasselled cushions. A waiter with movie-star looks served a late afternoon tea, while another poured champagne into a crystal flute. Cassie stared at the opulence of the coffee house restaurant with its chandeliers and crisp linen. ‘Getting a few ideas for the Blue Boatshed?’ asked Michael with a chuckle. ‘Don’t think the brocade wallpaper would work at the Blue Boatshed somehow. The price of the food in this place must be astronomical! Are we going to eat in here or grab a hamburger down the road?’ ‘Let’s eat here.
