Chapter 6
Amalfi, 1953
Celina left the dinner table and whipped through the bedroom door, surprising the housekeeper who’d just settled in to watch over Marco.
Alarmed, the older woman lowered her knitting.
“It’s okay, Matilde.” Celina bustled toward Marge’s brown suitcase, which rested on a bench at the foot of the bed.
Matilde’s face crinkled with warmth, and she lifted her yarn.
Celina smiled and nodded toward Marco. “Grazie.”
Returning to her task, Celina opened her suitcase and shuffled through their belongings, fuming with anger as she did. Lauro Savoia was maddening. He’d ruined a nice family dinner. Never had she thought she’d have to prove who she was. How demeaning. She pulled out a folder and pursed her lips.
Surely this would do.
When Celina returned to the dinner tabl
