Giovanni had asked me to accompany him to the mall to help get his mother a birthday gift. Ariella's birthday was in two days. Giovanni had called to ask if she was coming back to New York for her birthday. She had told him she planned on staying for a month because she needed a little bonding time with her family.
I still haven't told him about the baby; only Vicky still knows. I plan on going to the hospital the day after Ariella's birthday and have already booked an appointment with the doctor. Right now we were in front of Billionaire's Row, one of the most expensive streets in New York. Even though I had grown up with the privilege of being rich, I was still baffled by the high price of things sold here.
Giovanni took my hand, pulling me into the shop. The moment we stepped fo
