As she sat down at the table, she felt the warmth of her breath on her shoulder.
Tony sashayed into the dining room, wearing a formal black suit. He grinned at Jade, his dimples showing. “Signora! You look stunning in-a that Versace! Belissima!”
“Thank you.”
He draped a white napkin over one arm and began pouring wine. “I hope-a your appetite come back now.”
Valentina gave Jade a concerned glance. “You have not been well?”
“Of course she has not been well!” Tony said. “She ate-a breakfast at DayPrinto.” He nodded to her. “Don’t-a worry, signora. My cookin’ will get-a your system back to normal. I made some gnocchi with truffle that gonna melt inna your mouth, porchetta, some vincisgrassi, and spiedini... not that heavy Northern saucy slop that dilettante serves..."
“Tony,” Valentina
