Carbonara was a favorite of Bedo’s. She’d practiced it, she’d eaten it for days on end. Her signature dish? Carbonara. It was delicious, and pretty much anyone would like it. Unless they were allergic, or had dietary restrictions, or vegetarian.
“If this is not the best carbonara you’ve had, I will do anything of your choosing.” She put the plate down on the table and took a seat. “That is how confident I am.”









