The sunday morning began with the buzzing of a phone against the nightstand. I watched tiredly from the bed as Luca reached for it, his eyes squinting against the bright sunlight.
He read the screen and then a smile spread on his face.
"My mom just texted," Luca said, sitting up and stretching his arms. "The whole clan is at the house. My grandparents drove in from the coast, and my aunts and uncles are all there with the cousins. She said they’re dying to see us. We’re expected for a late lunch."
I felt a cold knot of anxiety tighten in my chest and I pulled the duvet higher, suddenly feeling very small. "You and Leon should go. I have a lot of sketches to finish for the new line, and honestly, I think I’d just be in the way."
Luca stopped moving and turned to look at me, his expressi
