ANonnaglow.Ugh.
“Are you hungry?” he asks, and I hope the disgust I feel hearing him talk all, presumably, lovey-dovey has not surfaced to myface.
“Yes, I am actually.” I only nibbled on a small portion of the pastry this morning and I feel as though my blood sugar hasdropped.
“Great. So am I and we will eat soon. Nonna has prepared a feast forus.”
Wait. What?Nonna? Prepared a feast forus?
I turn to face him, my mouth slightly ajar even before words are ready to fly out. “I’m sorry? You’re taking me to Nonna’s house? Are you sure that’s a good idea? I mean, isn’t there a drive thru—a Burger King orsomething?”
“Burger King? You’re in Italy and you want me to take you to eat a burger and fries?” He lets out a hard chuckle. “You’re a riot, DaniellaBelle.”
Riot or not, I don’t think I’m prepared to meet thisNonnahot model chick. I mean things could getawkward.
I smile wryly. “She doesn’t mind you bringing mealong?”
“Not at all. She’s looking forward to meeting you, in fact. I hardly bring anyone with me when I visit her. She welcomes the extra company. The more, themerrier.”
The more, the merrier? Eww. I’m sure my face has turned pale bynow.
“Relax, Daniella. I promise you’ll have a great time getting to know Nonna. And I’m sure we will spend the night there as well, especially since we’ve gotta get back to the factory in the morning. Besides, Nonna expects me to spend the night whenever I’m in town. It gives us time to catchup.”
Hmm. Ibet.
I plaster on the widest smile possible. “Sounds wonderful. I look forward to meetingher.”
I fold my arms in protest, but I don’t think Antonio notices myobjection.
Before I know it, Antonio turns onto a small street filled with rows of quaint homes. He pulls into the driveway of a blue house with an orangeroof.
This looks nothing like a home of an Italian model. I expected something less country and morepalatial.
“Ready?” asks an eagerAntonio.
“As ready as I’ll everbe.”
I exit the car and prepare myself for what’s next: the moment I come face-to-face with the woman who seems to make Antonio light up at the mere sight of her name and sound of hervoice.
