Chapter 29
San Francisco, California
Juliana’s eyes flashed with excitement as the red-capped airport porter hoisted Caterina’s luggage into her trunk. “Tell me all about your trip before we get to Mille Étoiles. I can’t wait to hear more about the wine competition.”
Caterina hugged her friend. She’d called Juliana instead of Santo to meet her at the airport because she wanted to speak to her mother before she determined how to proceed with Santo.
She tipped the porter and slid into the front seat with Marisa, who was rubbing her eyes from her long nap on the airplane. It had been an arduous journey on the Boeing 377 Stratocruiser, first from Rome to New York and then from New York to San Francisco. Though it had been strenuous—Marisa was cranky much of the way until she mercifully fel
