The minutes blended into hours and Richie arrived with his family for dinner. Claire was already downstairs when I got there, talking excitedly to Nessa. When did that happen? And she was holding a bouquet of roses. I couldn't tell if Nessa gave them to her as a peace offering or if Archie gave them to her.
Abigail was there too, chatting with Luciana and Margo, Richie's wife. Everyone was lost in a chat, even Jacinta was making eye contact with Antonio and I could tell they were communicating privately. Richie was holding his two years old daughter Eva, and he was arguing with Archie, just like always.
No one noticed me.
Anyway, I took my sit next to Richie and diverted his attention from his son. The food arrived and we all ate, still talking as we abandoned our table manners. It was
