Chapter 305

"Do you want me to say something?" Brianna offered as Elmo called for the bill.

"The food was fantastic," Elmo said. "Let’s not make a fuss."

But every time we come here, they get it wrong! I specifically ordered the mushroom risotto, and we got vegetarian arranchini.

Elmo peeled off another note and added it to his already generous tip. They were sitting in one of the smartest cafés in Rome, and the waiter had in fact done an amazing job—deciphering somehow, from Brianna’s truly appalling Italian, that they wanted rice and vegetables.

It was bad.

Even after a year of flying between two amazing cities—and having a son who was born here in Rome—Brianna’s mastery of the language was poor, to say the least. But her Italian was delivered with such flair, such passion and enthusiasm, and such a warm, generous smile that no one—not the doctors, nor the midwives, nor the hotel staff, or even a waiter—had the heart to tell her.

"Che era meraviglioso—grazie." Brianna beamed at the bemused wait