“Baby. The villa we just bought in Tuscany, you didn’t even like it, right?” Amelia’s jaw juts. Her nostrils flair. Then she takes a deep breath and sweeps her gaze over me with a frozen smile. “Aurora, sweetheart, would you excuse us for a moment? I just have to remind my husband that if he continues making bets with his brothers, we’ll soon be living in a cardboard box under the pier.” “I’ll go check on Vittoria,” I mutter, clambering to my feet.
