*Olivia*
I smoothed my hands over the sleek, dove-gray dress Dahlia had picked out for me and tried not to fidget in the back of the limo. The fabric whispered silkily under my fingers and soothed some of my nerves.
Elena was finally off bed rest, and she claimed she was feeling good, so Gio had invited her out to dinner with us to celebrate the transfer.
All of us.
Elena had already met Dahlia and Gio, of course, but Tallon and Alessandro would be new to her. Plus, the siblings were bickering about who had to sit in the middle, which of course none of them did on the spacious limo seats. And, as usual, my husband had picked out a world-renowned, Michelin-starred restaurant. Elena had been surprised by the choice, and the reason Dahlia picked out my dress was that I had been busy send
