Their second wedding anniversary fell on a Saturday in October.
Aria had not planned anything elaborate. This was consistent with both of their approaches to significant dates — they marked them honestly rather than performatively, which meant dinner somewhere good and the specific quality of an evening that acknowledged what it was without requiring it to be theatrical about it.
What she had not planned for was what Luca had been arranging quietly for three weeks.
She found out about it in layers, the way his arrangements always revealed themselves — through Rosa knowing something she wasn’t saying, through Marco having a specific expression that communicated awareness, through the courtyard looking slightly different on the morning of the day in a way she couldn’t immediately identify
