Giovanni lowers his camera and grins at us. “Perfect! But the light, she changes too fast.” Giovanni squints at the treeline. “We must move to the forest. The rays through the leaves will make Mama here glow like an angel.”
Sasha goes still. “The forest.”
“Si, si! Most romantic!” Giovanni’s already shoving equipment into his bag, because apparently, he’s incapable of doing anything at less than a hundred miles per hour. “The trees, they frame the love story!”
I glance up at Sasha. His jaw is clenched so tight I’m worried he’ll crack a tooth. “We can just—”
“It’s fine. The sooner we get this over, the better.”
We follow Giovanni into the forest, leaving Mama, Kosti, and Jasmine behind, the three of them tittering like schoolgirls from the front steps of the villa.
The air under the t
