I tried to give her a gracious smile, but the attempt fell short. “Yeah, this is my old friend, Nico Conti.” Her mouth dropped open in exaggerated shock. “The boy you were friends with all those years ago?” “The one and only,” Nico said with a raised brow directed at me and a hand held out to Giada. He seemed to be implying something, but his meaning was lost on me. “Well, Nico, you certainly are all grown up.” Giada was by far the most forward and vivacious of us girls—me and my sisters and Giada’s two sisters, Camilla and Valentina. Our two families were close enough growing up that the six of us girls were practically siblings. Camilla and I were the same age but never grew as close as Alessia and Giada. The two of them had been best friends since the day they were born. I had made it m
