Donatello shoots out his arm and grabs her wrist. “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.”
