Chapter Thirty
RENA
A month later
“Where do you want this?” I heard someone calling out to me as I directed the movers on where to put the couch in our condo in New York. After that night at Sante’s parents' home, we came here to have a little break from the family. I also needed to get things prepared for my show. McKayla flew out yesterday to help me, while Sante and Savio handled business. Sante stuck to his promise of supporting me, and I couldn’t ask for a better husband.
“You can hang it near the window,” I explained to Nikki as she held two paintings that Sante had shipped here.
“Have you spoken to your mom?” McKayla sat on the floor, unwrapping some dishes and placing them on the table.
“I talked to her a week ago. She’s going to be at the show.” I smiled, thinking about gett
