ALICE POV
Two weeks had passed since I found out I was pregnant with the triplets, and my world had already started to shift in the most unexpected ways.
Morning sickness was my new reality. It started creeping in during the early hours, but the true horror revealed itself when I discovered what triggered it: the smell of espresso. Of course, it couldn’t be anything simple or mundane. It had to be espresso—Italy’s sacred beverage, the very thing I had relied on to function in the mornings. The irony was almost too much to bear.
To make matters worse, my cravings had taken a turn I never would have anticipated. Sweet foods, once my comfort zone, now made my stomach churn. Instead, I craved meat—lots of it—along with carbs and the occasional vegetable. Fish? Absolutely not. Even the faint
