Chapter 15
Amalfi, 1939
“Wait,” Lauro cried, tearing loose from Nino’s grip to follow Isabella across his parent’s living room. Her scarlet dress slashed through the Christmas Eve crowd like an arrow intent on its target, which as near as he could tell, was the rear door.
“Let her go.” Nino gripped his arm again.
Lauro whirled to face his brother. “Bastardo!”
“Maybe so. But we’re not fighting over Isabella. Not here.”
Nino tugged him toward the entry door through a throng of their uncles—their father’s brothers—who had been standing nearby and had witnessed the entire debacle between him and Isabella.
Other friends and family members were watching them, and Lauro saw Isabella’s protective mother toss her husband an angry look. His father was crossing the room toward Signora Guardino
