Chapter Six
Valentina
I sit at the curbside table of the café across the street from Mazzola Bakery. I have to pop over there to pick up bread for Sunday dinner with my parents. I’m meeting Dom here though because I’m almost positive he has Sunday dinner as well. Might as well get this annulment paperwork dealt with before we have to see our families.
The waitress sets down my coffee, and I’m enjoying it while scrolling through my phone, so I don’t notice Dom approaching. Instead, I overhear the conversation between two women a few tables over, alerting me to his presence.
“That’s Dom Mancini,” one says.
I’m tempted to look over and make sure I don’t recognize them, but I continue sipping my coffee instead.
“He’s the last single one, right?” her friend asks.
I’m curious now. Someone
