“Of course, ma’am,” I reply, accommodating. The four women look at me, waiting for me to tell them where to begin. How should I know? I know how to kill, survive, think, read, and even paint! But I know nothing about weddings! “How about the tea?”
“Come, all of you,” the hostess invites. “I made perfect Baci di dama. It’s the boys’ favorite,” she says, perhaps trying to update me on her eldest son’s preferences. The chocolate and hazelnut-filled cookies really are wonderful—I have nothing to complain about.
“Well, I suppose we should start by setting the engagement date,” I say, trying to end the torment.
“Of course. Well, Lorenzo returns in a few days. I have good contacts, and the invitations can be sent starting Monday.”
“Since it’ll be in July, we could have an outdoor engagement l
