Stella considered. “That was kind of your father. Especially given how Bruno . . . well . . . ”
“Ah, Bruno hates everyone,” Dario said. “Though Mamma says he didn’t used to be like that. She says his wife’s illness made him sour at the world. Then again, she also thinks Papà hired Jacopo to get back on Bruno’s good side. Like that’s possible. So who really knows?”
From the corner of the bakery floor, Antonio snapped at Dario. “Dario, if you’re done flirting, maybe you want to bake some bread?”
Dario chuckled to himself. “Don’t mind him. Oh, and I haven’t forgotten that you wanted to talk to him about his methods. He’s been . . . in a mood. But I’ve been calling our customers and none of them plan on leaving, even if Aldo offers better prices. Once I tell Papà our profits and our reputat
