ROBYN
Piper didn’t call me unless it was an emergency. We chatted earlier, and she and Gio were going to tell her parents about their engagement. Now that she was calling me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something went wrong.
“Hey, Pip. I’m about to go to bed. Can we talk tomorrow?”
“No, b***h. I need you right now.” Her voice cracked, and she sounded upset, and maybe she had been crying.
I paused. My stomach rolled. “Hey. Are you okay? Where are you?”
“The dinner was a disaster. My parents found out about Gio.”
“How?”
“I had to tell them that Gio is a Siciliano, and that I wanted a wedding in Italy, and Dad just went ballistic.”
“Oh, God. I’m so sorry, Pip. Where is Gio now?”
“I don’t know. He left, and he didn’t go to my apartment. Maybe he went back to Italy.” She sniffl
