Constantino: Can you make sure Laila eats tonight?
Constantino: Can you make sure Laila eats tonight?After turning off my tablet, I slid it into my purse and grabbed my phone from off the wooden table at the coffee shop. I had been here for hours, and Mr. Riccardo the Bodyguard looked pissed off that I hadn’t bought him another cookie.
Me: Sure! Does she like anything specific?
Me: Sure! Does she like anything specific?Constantino: Nothing specific.
Constantino: Nothing specific.Constantino: She’s sculpting at our place. When she used to paint, she’d forget all about the time.
Constantino: She’s sculpting at our place. When she used to paint, she’d forget all about the time.My eyes widened. Laila is sculpting? I almost couldn’t believe it. When we had gone to the museum, she had seeme
