Four Years Later
Carys
“That tiramisu looks soooo yummy. Can’t I have a little?” Annis whines from her chair and I shake my head mouthing the word no at her.
“You are so mean. Right Luca?”
Now I glare at her and she laughs. “Forget I said that Luca. Boss Mamma just entered.”
Luca didn’t hear her lucky for her. Franco walks over a big bowl of ice cream and she gushes her thanks. “I still want that tiramisu. You are still mean Carys Taylor.”
Lucia walks in wagging her spoon again. “That’s for the birthday boy first. You’ll get a plate tonight. No more whining Annis Bandelli. You will teach your nephew and nieces bad habits.”
“Sorry Mamma.” I try not to laugh as Annis mumbles her apology. You are never too old for Mamma to fuss at you.
Maxim’s thirtieth birthday is tomorrow and we a
