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“You’re joking! I mean, we did talk briefly at the wedding, but I’m pretty sure I made a fool of myself.” I start laughing.
“No! Ma che temporary thing, Emilia? Ma, no! He was… assolutamente in love with you!” Gianluca says.
“Alright. Enough champagne for you,” Larisa tells him and kisses him fondly on the cheek. “Having the wedding here on top of the Eiffel Tower was a splendid idea but I don’t know if we had to rent the champagne bar as well,” she jokes.
“Amore, what are we going to drink? Acqua? It’s a wedding! A party!” he says and starts clapping his hands to the rhythm of la Tarantella.
Larisa starts laughing but stops him nonetheless. “I was only joking. Stop being so loud…”
“Yes, and please, Gianluca, don’t mention anything about the actor around Evan, alright?” I reply.
“Really?”
“Oh, yeah. He was raging after he saw me walk down your aisle with Chris Evans.” I laugh. “And Chris is married!”
“Imagine what would’ve happened if he saw you hitting on Timothee Chalamet then,” Jo jokes.
“I didn’t hit on him! You practically forced me to talk to him! I was a bumbling idiot. I don’t even know what I said. I’m pretty sure I blacked out the whole time.”
“Well, you obviously left a lasting impression.” Larisa giggles.
Before I can say anything else, our conversation is stopped by the wedding planner who comes to let us know that Evan is ready and waiting on the other side of the tower.
“But … I can’t find ze flower girrl, madam,” the woman says in broken English spoken, with a heavy French accent.
“You know, I really think that accent is fake,” Larisa tells Jo behind my back.
“Of course, it’s fake! She’s from Poughkeepsie, New York!” Jo replies.
“Shut up! She is not!”
“I’m telling you!”
“What is Pugh-crispy?” Gianluca joins the conversation.
“Guys,” I intervene. “Where is Clem? The wedding planner can’t find her.”
“Well, she was here a moment ago.”
“Come on, where could she have possibly gone? We’re at the top of the Eiffel Tower!” Jo says.
“Is it possible that she went back down?”
“Not a chance. The elevator is only worked by the mechanic guy, and he hasn’t moved from the snack bar in the last hour,” Jacob says. “She must be around here, somewhere.”
“Clem? Where are you, darling?”
We spread around a little to look for her.
Finally, Larisa, Jo, and I poke our heads through the wooden doors at the entrance of Gustave Eiffel’s office at the top of the tower, which is usually a museum. Today, it’s a make-out spot for Clem and her boyfriend, Dalton.
The moment they spot us, the two teenagers break apart, making a sound like a plunger being popped from a kitchen sink. “Hi, mom! Umm … Dalton and I were just … ummm…”
“Yeah, there’s no need for an explanation, darling. We’ve all been there. Just come out here, please. The wedding is about to start, and we need you. Also, don’t let your father know about this, okay?”
“Yes, Mom!” Clem smiles and jumps up.
“Sorry, Mrs. Carlton. It won’t happen again,” the teenage boy says with a grin.
