April; six months later
Lita sat in the leather seat of the private plan and was grateful Clara had allowed them to travel with her and Elian to Jesse’s Italian wedding. There was no way she would have enjoyed a flight across the Atlantic on a commercial flight feeling like she did.
Diarmid and Elian were sitting behind them having a drink and Lita was pouting at not being able to join them. Naomi and Bliss were sitting opposite her, Clara beside her and Clara’s twins and Naomi’s little girl were squabbling across the aisle arguing over which snacks were better.
“Why did Jesse insist on making them part of the entourage,” Clara moaned. “We could have had an entire week at a vineyard without kids. My grandfather would have watched all three of them.”
“Except your grandfather was invited
