Camila
A little earlier
I tried not to notice Dante hurrying past us without a word. My concentration was on my sister. Even though we'd recently seen her at the wedding, I couldn't get over how she absolutely glowed, dressed like a stereotypical Mafia wife in a flowing white pantsuit, large chunky gold jewelry, and low heels. Her long dark hair spilled over her shoulders in waves. Leaving our luggage behind, Mama and I rushed toward Catalina. The opulent surroundings were a blur. This wasn't my first visit to Dario and Catalina's home, and in my opinion, the opulent surroundings weren't as stunning as my sister. We both stepped back, peering down at Cat's growing midsection.
“How are you feeling?" Mama asked.
“Tired," Cat said with a smile. “We only returned from California yesterda
