“They’ll get here on Friday. I thought I’d make a lasagna. It’s such a process that I haven’t done
one in forever. Having them over will make the effort worth it.”
I begin to chew absently on my cheek as I consider the fact that I’ve made plans with Nevio for Friday night. Dinner with him would be fun, but there’s something about the first night when company arrives. Everyone is excited and catching up with drinks and laughter. I don’t want to miss that.
“What?” Mom blurts. “Is there a problem?”
“No, it’s just that I’d actually made plans for Friday.”
“With who? Grace? She’ll understand.”
I glance at Elena with a touch of embarrassment. I’m not sure why. Nevio and I are adults, but I feel awkward admitting to our date in front of his mother. “Actually, I had dinner set up with Nevio.
