Epilogue 2

EPILOGUE 2

HANNAH UTLEY-LOVELACE

I set my spoon on my plate and lean back in my seat.

Maddox moves his arm from the back of my chair to over my shoulders. "Full?"

"I don't know why I never learn." I moan.

My husband chuckles. "We don't learn because the food is so damn good."

I sigh. "That's true. And that dessert." I stare at the empty plate before me. "Chelsea outdid herself on that one."

"She's really in her element here," Maddox agrees.

Rosie smiles at us from across the table. "When I told that food critic last week that a sixteen-year-old made our dessert menu, he demanded to meet her."

I raise a brow. "Chelsea never told us that."

Rosie laughs. "Because I told him no. I said he could meet her when she's eighteen."

"I knew I loved you," I tell her as my mother reaches across to pat Rosie on the arm.

I look over to the open kitchen and catch Chelsea looking over at our table .

Are you talking about me? she mouths.

I nod with a grin and wave her over.

I know she has some cleanup to do still, but the kitchen of Rosalyn's Restaurant is closed for the night, and we're here celebrating.