Chapter 17
After sliding out of a taxi, Celina hurried over cobblestone steps to meet Sara and Carmine and Marco. As she followed the directions to the café that Mariela had raced out the front door of Cioccolata Savoia to give her, she ignored the curious looks of sophisticated passersby and brushed angry tears from her cheeks, trying not to further soil the grass-stained white cotton gloves she’d pulled back on as she walked.
Though she didn’t care about the strangers she passed on the elegant Via Chiaia, she hoped Sara and Carmine wouldn’t notice her distress, if only because she didn’t want to explain in front of Marco.
“That’s enough,” she said to herself with a swift spread of her hands, the way she’d seen Adele and Sara do. She had to admit, that felt better.
She was determined
