Chapter 2Theo thought we were flying up to Cambridge for Elf’s birthday. He had no idea what I actually had in mind for our anniversary.
Because we were flying to Rome shortly after the party, he expected our Jos. A. Banks suits to be packed in the garment bag—Hotel Desiderio del Cuore had an exact dress code for its exclusive dining room, and we’d need the suits.
However, I’d also included our tuxedoes.
But I’d been darned if I could think of a logical reason to wear them for a toddler’s birthday party.
Thank God for Jill. She’d come up with the perfect idea. “Sweetie, just tell him we’re having a formal family portrait, and we’re all dressing up.”
“You’re a genius!”
“Of course. We’ll see you on Tuesday.”
“You bet.” We said good-bye and hung up, and I went looking for Theo. “Hey, b
