Thirty minutes later when we come back up the stairs, Bella and Ricky run off to their individual rooms to get changed for the day and I use my foot to tap on Giana’s door, balancing a content Caterina on one arm and a second cup of coffee in the other.
Giana turns to me with a smile, looking like a completely different woman.
“Oh, my little baby!” she murmurs, rushing over to me and taking Caterina back into her arms, pressing a series of happy kisses to her face before sighing with content and looking up at me. “Thank you, Iris,” she says, a little begrudging. “That was…kind of you.”
“It was no problem,” I say quietly, ridiculously pleased to have Giana say something nice to me. She turns and heads back into the room, which is only marginally cleaner. But Giana has clearly spent the
