Elio’s laughter and Pia’s squeals of delight as he chased her around the hotel suite pretending to be an alien chasing the Martian Princess, was music to Jolie’s ears.
Her daughter had yet again gravitated to the strong presence of a Cacciola male and the normally shy and reserved little girl was chattering a mile a minute and laughing at everything one of the three men said.
“Mommy, mommy, save me from the alien!” she rushed at Jolie and ducked between her legs and almost knocked her over.
She chuckled and let Pia hide behind her, “of course I’ll keep you safe.”
Pia leaned out and looked at her grandfather, “my mommy always keeps me safe from the bad guys.”
“Mommies are good at that,” he agreed and squatted in front of Jolie, panting heavily. He looked up at her and shook his head,
