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“All the major businesses in Monte Calanetti are expected to build a float for the festival parade,” Nico explained. “Something that celebrates the harvest or Tuscan heritage.”
“Decorated with native foliage,” Marianna added. “Grapes, olives, flowers.”
“Wow.” Louisa hadn’t realized the festival was so elaborate. In her mind, she’d pictured a street fair similar to the St. Anthony’s Feast in Boston’s North End. “Sounds like a lot of fun.”
“It is,” Marianna told her. “Everyone works together to decorate and all the businesses compete to see who can outdo the others. The winner gets to display the harvest festival trophy. Amatucci Vineyards came in second last year. We created a miniature version of the plaza, complete with a working fountain.” Pulling out her phone, the woman tapped a few buttons before turning the screen toward Louisa. “See?”
The photo showed Nico standing in front of the fountain, hands upon his hips. His smile dripping with pride. He looked like a superhero.
“Impressive,” she murmured. Bet whoever took home the trophy didn’t look nearly as good.
Marianna assumed Louisa meant the float. “Well, we started planning early. It’s nearly impossible to assemble a prize-winning contribution at the last minute.”
“Nearly, but not completely impossible,” Nico retorted. “All we need is a good idea.”
“Don’t forget time,” Marianna added.
Her brother waved her off, the same wave, Louisa noticed, his sister had used when dismissing the newspaper articles. “We will keep the design simple. It’s not about being complicated, it’s about being memorable. Like an Amatucci vintage.”
His sister rolled her eyes again as Louisa stifled a snort. She was beginning to think some of his audacious behavior was on purpose. To see what kind of reaction he could elicit.
As far as the parade float went, however, he might have a point. She tried to remember the New Year’s parades she used to watch on television as a kid. Most of the floats were a blur of colors. “Is there a theme?” she asked.
“Oh, there’s always a theme,” Nico replied. “But no one pays attention.”
“No one meaning Ni—”
All of a sudden, Marianna gasped and clutched her stomach. Louisa and Nico were on their feet in a flash. The brunette held up a hand. “No need to panic. The baby kicked extra hard, is all. Going to be a little football player, I think. Uncle Nico is going to have to practice his footwork.” Her face radiating maternal tranquility, she rubbed her swollen stomach. “Are you ready to play coach, Uncle Nico?”
Louisa’s heart squeezed a little as the image of Nico and a miniature version of himself chasing a soccer ball popped into her head.
“I’m not sure I’d be the best coach,” Nico replied. It was an uncharacteristically humble comment.
“I suppose you’d be happier if he or she wants to pick grapes.”
“I—I just think we shouldn’t be making plans for the child’s future yet. It’s too early. You don’t want to court bad luck.”
Funny, Louisa wouldn’t have pegged Nico as the superstitious type. She supposed it came from being a farmer. No counting on the harvest until it happens or something like that.
Marianna acknowledged his reluctance with a frown. “Fine,” she said. “We’ll wait until he or she is born before making plans.
“Although I still think she’s going to be a football player,” she said under her breath.
They brainstormed ideas for a while, until a problem in the wine cellar drew Nico away. Louisa and Marianna continued for a little while longer, but it was obvious the pregnant woman was beginning to tire, despite her protests.
“Story of my life,” Marianna said with a yawn. “I can’t do anything for more than a half hour before needing a nap.”
“Might as well enjoy it while you can,” Louisa told her. “Who knows when you’ll get this much sleep again?”
The brunette nodded as if she’d delivered some great wisdom. “So true. I’ll call you tomorrow and we can talk more about the project.”
The two women walked to the front door. As usual, the few employees in the production area watched as they passed by. Marianna waved to each one with a smile while Louisa tucked her hair behind her ear and tried to act nonchalant. The past hour, watching Nico and his sister tease each other back and forth, had been the most relaxed she’d felt in forty-eight hours. She hated the idea that as soon as Marianna left, the atmosphere would go back to being tense and awkward.
