Chapter Seven
Annie
I head up the elevator to work the next morning. I still can’t believe Enzo witnessed me telling off my mom. No wonder he shot out of the hospital as soon as the opportunity allowed.
Wait… when did I start thinking of him as Enzo and not Mr. Mancini?
Probably about the same time he bore witness to my family drama and my niece’s birth.
The delivery of flowers to my sister’s hospital room an hour later was unexpected. I may have read the card more than once. It’s not my fault—the man has a way with words.
Thank you for allowing me to be part of your special day. Wishing you many years of happiness with your new bundle of joy. Your beautiful little girl is the luckiest baby in the world because she has the two of you to call Mommy and Daddy. Cherish one another.
~ L
