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“Did you enjoy the wedding before Damiano dragged you away?” Aunt Aida asks.
“Yes.” I let out a chuckle. “Thank you for everything you did to make it a perfect wedding, Aunt Greta.”
“You’re welcome, cara.”
“Oh, I just remembered,” Aunt Aida says. “You can call me mamma or mom. Whichever you prefer.”
I stop what I’m doing and drop the hanger on the floor.
“Really?”
When she nods, I rush to her, and leaning down, I wrap her up in a hug. “Thank you.”
“No need to thank me,” she chuckles as she pats my back. “We’re family now.”
Letting go of her, I get back to work.
Damiano comes into the closet, then glances over the clothes. “Is it all going to fit?”
“Yes.” I shoot him a smile. “I’ll make it fit.”
“You can always leave your summer clothes in the other bedroom and just change it every season,” Aunt Greta mentions.
“That’s too much work,” I reply.
Damiano’s phone starts ringing, and I watch as he takes the call.
“What?” As he listens to whatever the other person is saying, a dark frown forms on his forehead. “I’m on my way.”
My shoulders sag, and when he ends the call, he says, “I have to go to Manhattan. I’ll try not to be long.”
I walk to him, and wrapping my hand around the back of his neck, I lift myself on my tiptoes. I press a kiss to his mouth. “Be careful.”
“I will.” He gives me another kiss then pulls away to press a kiss to Mamma’s temple. “Have fun while I’m gone.”
“Fun?” Aunt Greta huffs. “We’re working hard, and he calls it fun.”
Laughing, we continue to work, and when I hear the helicopter take off, I hope the call wasn’t anything too serious.
“I need a break,” Aunt Greta says thirty minutes later. “Let’s have some tea before round two.”
“It’s almost done. Martha and I can finish. Go rest.”
“You sure?” she asks while helping Mamma to her feet.
“Yes. I’ll be done in a few minutes.”
Martha comes in, and when she sees Mamma and Aunt Greta leave, she says, “Go with them, Mrs. Falco. You’ve done more than enough.”
Mrs. Falco. Sigh.
Tired, I don’t put up a fight and give her a grateful smile. “Thank you, Martha.”
I walk out of the walk-in closet and leave the suite. I take the stairs down to the first floor, and as I step into the foyer, there’s a loud explosion, and the entire mansion shudders.
“Dio!” I scream with fright, pins and needles spreading over my body from shock. “What the hell was that?”
There’s another loud explosion that’s followed by gunfire erupting outside.
