Chapter 20
Gio stood near the warehouse where his workers transformed his grapes into wine and watched the wedding guests shimmying and swaying on the wooden dance floor positioned over the grassy area they weren’t farming this cycle.
Today he had lots of brothers and sisters. His mother, if she was alive, would have been happy her children were at peace with their siblings and not at war.
Anthony was the only one that didn’t quite see that and Gio wasn’t sure why.
Bartolemeo and Lorenzo were both knee-deep in conversation with their half-siblings from Paris.
But most of all, Gio was entranced by how radiant his lovely wife was when she laughed with her friend Serenity, as a young boy and girl raced by. The girl won despite the pink princess dress that fluttered in the air.
He pushed
