It was a dark and stormy night …
I grabbed my recorder and pressed record, then replaced it on the light pine coffee table set between Nina Salvatore and me. It was time to get this interview underway.
I cleared my throat as I began, “So Nina, first and foremost, let me say thank you so much for this fantastic opportunity to allow not only myself but your adoring fans to hear about your unbelievable story. I’m sure there are so many out there who are dying to hear about how one woman became a cookie empire. ”
“Oh, my goodness,” Nina let out a slight chuckle, “you flatter me, Miss Alex, with your kind words. I’m not sure how interesting my story is, but I can assure you it’s been quite an eventful journey to get to this point. I must admit, if it hadn’t been for certain people’s actions, this would never have been possible. But I suppose I shouldn’t jump ahead. That would surely spoil the surprise; you’ll come to find that information out soon enough.”
“Yes, we will. So please, why don’t we start at the beginning, where it all began.”
Nina Salvatore sat back in her chair while a far-off gaze overtook her features. Her amber eyes seemed lost in thought for a brief moment before she returned her attention back to me.
I took a slow sip of my coffee and nodded in her direction as a gesture for her to begin.
She took a deep breath, then began her tale.
“It was a dark and stormy night.” She drawled out ominously.
I looked at her inquisitively.
“Hahaha, just kidding. I always wanted to do that at least once. Sorry.”
I let out a quick snicker at her attempt at humor.
“Alright, then. Shall we really begin?”
I nodded in acquiescence as Nina Salvatore began to recant the tale of her life; what a dark and twisted tale it would turn out to be.