ENZO POINT OF VIEW.

The day of the celebration finally arrived, and with it, the anxiousness that everything had to go right. Mom had planned out everything. She had had someone come over to my house early that morning and decorations had been put in place; a chef had also arrived with a bunch of assistants who helped in preparing the dishes; stewards and sommeliers were also present; bodyguards, too, in case anyone wanted to constitute a nuisance. In the evening, shortly before the first batch ...