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Maddie laughs and then tries to cover it with a cough. “Sure, she is,” she says.
“She is,” I fire back. My wife is an angel.
“Romeo, what was your wife doing at three this afternoon?” Maddie asks me.
“I don’t know. Some of us don’t keep trackers on our wives,” I remind her.
“Oh, I was pouring shots for everyone,” Livvy says from beside me.
“Who’s everyone, Livvy?” I ask her.
“You know, everyone.” She shrugs before listing each of the names on her fingers. “Savvy, Maddie, Katy, Tilly, Liliana, Aurora.” She says the last name a little quieter than the rest.
“You gave her shots? She’s eighteen,” I tell my wife like she doesn’t already know.
“And it’s legal here, Romeo,” Livvy counters.
“I don’t care if the Pope himself pours it for her. She’s just a kid. She shouldn’t be drinking,” Matteo adds.
“Her mother was there,” Savvy interjects, raising a hand.
“You know, there are plenty worse things she could be doing than drinking with her aunts,” Katy says.
“Not helping,” I tell her.
“It’s true. You should have seen me at eighteen,” she says.
“The whole world saw you at eighteen, Katy. You were a fucking pop star, remember?” I remind my sister-in-law.
“Yeah, but you didn’t see everything that went on behind the scenes, the parties, the groupies. Oh, the groupies…” Katy grins wistfully.
“Seriously?” Luca asks his wife, and all the women at the table break out into fits of laughter.
“How many shots did they have?” I ask Luca.
“No idea.” He shakes his head.
“Hey, Dad, can we go to Rome next week?Gelato?” Tilly asks me from the other end of the table.
“Sure can, sweetheart.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“Can I go to Rome?” Dante follows his sister’s lead.
“What for?” I question him.
He shrugs. “No reason,” he says.
“Well, when you have a reason to go there, let me know.” I cross my arms over my chest.
“Oh, Lucy will be here next week with Kyla, and I think she’s bringing a friend,” Savvy announces, likely looking to change the subject.
“A friend,” Lorenzo grunts.
“Lorenzo, jealousy is not a good look on you, dude,” I tell my nephew.
“I’m not jealous, Zio Romeo,” he replies.
