GIANNA
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I’d been at home for the past week. It was weird being back in Los Angeles, but I barely had to think about it when I was busy receiving guests and preparing for a funeral.
Isabella and Oliver called me on FaceTime every day. I didn’t know how long I was going to be in Los Angeles, so I had already arranged their flight here. However, they would be coming after the funeral. If they came earlier than that, I wouldn’t have much time for them and neither would my mother who wanted to see them badly.
There would be enough time for them to get to know each other after my father was laid to rest, which was this afternoon.
There wasn’t much to prepare but my mom had been running around since she woke up. Sheila and I wanted to tell her to calm down, but we knew it was just another
