In the meantime, at least half of both bottles of wine had been consumed, and Niki learned bits and pieces of the Grotti family’s history, from the foundation of the great–grandfather’s small tailor shop to Giacomo’s unusual career in Venice, all the way to present day, when he returned to the business.
“And now it’s your turn,” Giacomo said, looking at her intently and encouragingly.
He spooned a bit of ice cream up, but before lifting it to his mouth, he dunked it into the pear sauce.
“What do you mean?”
“Tell me about the time in your life when you wore suits.”
“How do you know about that? Did I mention it?” said Niki in surprise.
“Yes. You said you were finished with suits.”
And so Niki told him about the glorious start of her career, when, fresh out of college, she’d gotten a j
