Alessandra
“Come in, come in.” I usher Gavin and Emma inside. Upon returning from Italy, I moved into Quinn’s penthouse apartment, and amazingly, it already feels like home.
Emma is positively glowing, and Gavin is too—his mood has changed ever since they announced they were expecting. Only a faint hint is visible beneath her sweater, and I can’t wait to see how adorable she is with a real baby bump. Over the past few months, Emma and Corinne have both adopted me into the fold, and I feel like I’ve become part of the Kingsley family already.
Emma gives me a quick hug, and Gavin squeezes my hand. “Where have you been hiding that grumpy brother of mine?” he asks.
Quinn isn’t a grump. At least, not anymore, and especially not with me, but I chuckle at Gavin anyway.
“We’ve been busy with
