WhatsApp Ft. Pierre Gasly

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I am running all around the place. Tonight will be the first night the restaurant will open. Mom and dad have come over for this night especially. Dad will be helping in the kitchen, where mom will be welcoming the guests. Most of them are the Formula One drivers who live in Monaco, but there are some other people as well. Let's say Pierre pulled some strings.

I have hired some people to help me run this place. A few very talented cooks who have come over from France and Italy. I knew them already and they were happy to accept the job when I offered it to them. I also have hired a few waiters who will be educated by mom tonight. 

"Dad, have you seen my notebook. I had the menu in there!" I run around the kitchen when I bump into Giada. "Hey!"

"Do you need someone to calm that Italian ass of you down?" She winks and I laugh. 

"The only way to that is finding my notebook. I had sketches for the menu in there and since I can't find it now..."

"Anca, your notebook is here!" Mom yells from the dining room and I sigh deeply. 

"Thank goodness." I run to the front and give mom a kiss before running back with my notebook. "Okay, let's plate up guys." We have made a few test dishes. I quickly plate the dishes on my own and make a few pictures with my phone. "Giada, if you want to help, can you get these printed? That way we have an example to work from all night." Giada nods and I quickly send her the photos. "You're amazing." I look at the time. Just four more hours before the first guests will arrive. I bite my lip. Gosh, I'm nervous. 

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Pierre Gasly: I'm not sure if Brendon and I will make it. Our plane has been delayed.

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