The common room was a cozy mess of open notebooks, color-coded lists, and Mama Red’s tea that smelled like orange peel and something floral I couldn’t name. Mom had her glasses perched on the end of her nose, flipping through the itinerary like it was a military op. Honestly, it kind of was.
“Okay,” I said, tapping my pen against the table. “We pick up Nonna and Nonno at 8:15, then straight to the market. If we time it right, we can hit the boutique before the lunch rush.”
Mama Red gave me a look over her mug. “You’re assuming your Nonna won’t stop to talk to every vendor between here and the parking lot.”
I grinned. “She will. That’s why I padded the schedule.”
Mom chuckled. “Smart girl.”
I flipped to the next page. “I was thinking… maybe we go up Friday night? Stay at Zio Sal's for
