Worries

Dessert had just been served when Amalia’s phone pinged, and Amalia noted the incoming text from Valerio.

“Valerio.” She whispered to herself with a smile on her face oblivious to the way five sets of eyes turned to watch her with their own smiles.

Marcella leaned forward, “can we not tell him I’m here?”

“You want me to lie?”

“No, but don’t bring it up. I mean unless you want him to know where you