Gus’s mom met them at the door when they reached the hotel.
“You owe me a huge favor, Gustav,” she hissed between clenched teeth. She turned around to run off, but when they didn’t immediately follow, she grabbed them each by the hand and rushed toward the ballroom where the ceremony was taking place. “The officiant wanted to leave,” she explained as they dashed through the hotel. “I thought I was going to have to go down on my knees and beg. Beg! Mona Hanson doesn’t beg!”
“I’m sor—”
“And when I finally convinced him to wait, I had to deal with the caterer.” Her heels clattered on the marble stairs, and Gus and Luca had to fight to keep up with her. She was surprisingly fast for such a short woman. “I’ve never met anyone with a bigger ego than that little French guy. He’s such a drama q
