Chapter 63

MAY. “Thank you,” I say, unable to suppress my giggling. It’s been the most eventful day in my life, and my stomach still hurts from laughing and eating so much Panforte. Not my fault. The moment he realized how much I loved them, he kept buying them, and I couldn’t stop stuffing my mouth with it. Ethan’s fingers tighten around mine. “You’re most welcome. Do you want that?” He asks, inclining his head toward the ice cream cones in the child’s hand we walk past. I make a face. “No. I’m full. I was staring at the child, not at the ice cream.” We cross the lobby, heading over to the counter and as Ethan hands the receptionist a tip, I turn around to steal another glance at the little girl whose cheeks are covered in frosting and chocolates. She is a blonde little angel with tiny dots of freckles adorning her skin. Her eyes are a warm amber, and they light up like the sun when she smiles. I watch her mother plait her beautiful hair into a braid, and my fingers twitch with a sudden urg