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It was also apparent to anyone who had eyes that his time was near. The dull, grayish pallor to his skin was one giveaway. As well as his sunken yellow tinged eyes. Eyes that still had a spark to them, despite the fact he probably felt like complete crap.
My heart ached for the man I’d never met.
This was sad.
The woman, who I’d bet was his wife, smiled at someone near to them. But you could tell that smile didn’t quite meet her eyes.
Until she looked up and spotted Carlo. She gave him a beautiful, genuine grin. “Mio figlio,” she said and pushed up out of her chair.
Ah, yes. She’d just called him her son. Carlo pulled me with him around the table. He hugged his—mother—but he didn't let go of my hand.
“This is Giselle. I told you about her.” He moved me in front of him. “I asked her to marry me.” He held out my hand and showed off the ring he’d put on there.
Her hands covered her mouth, and she let out a shrill scream. “Oh, Carlo.” She grabbed my hand and took a close look at the ring. “Giselle,mia cara.” Her eyes immediately began shedding tears. She pulled me in for a hug. If you could call it that. I mean, I couldn’t breathe because she was holding me so tight.
“Giselle, this is my mother, Anna.”
“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Giselle. Carlo has told me so much about you. And your daughter.”
I’d wondered if Carlo was going to tell his parents about Dani or not. I hadn’t asked. It didn’t make a difference, anyway. I wasn’t going to be around.
But the satisfaction of knowing that Carlo—actually—told his parents about Dani—well, it made me love Carlo even more.
I knew any man I met might be embarrassed that I had a child.
With someone else.
They might try to hide that fact—my daughter—from others.
Not Carlo.
He’d already told his parents about her.
“She’s so much fun. And just as beautiful as her mother,” Carlo said from behind me.
And my heart exploded.
Again.
“We must meet this perfect child that he speaks of. Maybe next week?” Anna let me go and looked up at her son.
“I’m sure we can arrange something,” Carlo answered her.
“Am I being ignored for a reason?” A loud, booming voice interrupted our conversation.
The man still seated at the table must be Carlo’s father. His eyes grabbed mine—and that was when I knew for sure.
“This is Giselle.” Carlo guided me closer to his father. “Giselle, this is Marcello Sovrano. My father.”
Marcello stuck his hand out and gripped mine. “Giselle,” he said as he let his eyes wander down my body and back up again. “My son has very good taste in women.”
Carlo cleared his throat. “Giselle agreed to be my wife.”
Marcello snagged my left hand now and looked down at the ring. “Very good.” He felt the ring with his fingers and then lifted his eyes to his son. “Very good.” He nodded, then looked back at me. “Sit down, Giselle. We have much to discuss.” Then Marcello looked around at the many people waiting nearby and spoke in Italian—ordering them to go away and give us time to talk.
“Be nice, Marcello,” Anna said in a warning tone. “Don’t scare the poor girl away.” She gave me a smile before walking away.
Carlo stole a chair from another table and helped me sit down. “I’ll be over there with my mom.” He jerked his head to where Anna now stood with a few people. I nodded and he kissed me lightly. “I love you,” he whispered with a smexy grin.
