Nicole said, “That’s where the reception will be. For the ceremony, we’re doing something outside.” She smiled dreamily up at her fiancé. “There is a hill about halfway between this house and the old Andrade mansion. At the very top of it, you can see both clearly. There isn’t room for chairs at the top, but the symbolism of two families coming together through our union is worth having everyone stand for the short time we’ll be there.” She looked across at Julia shyly. “That probably sounds corny.”
Julia shook her head. “Not at all. It’s a beautiful idea.”
Innocently, Nicole said, “You and Gio should take a walk over tomorrow and see the old house. It’s lovely.”
“It really is,” Julia agreed spontaneously, then blushed. I did not mean to say that.
Stephan looked at Gio curiously. “You went over to see the old place? I didn’t realize you had any interest in it.”
Face tight, Gio said, “It was part of my childhood as much as yours.”
Stephan nodded slowly, then glanced at his uncle with a curious expression. Alessandro shook his head tersely in a move that clearly meant, Drop the subject.
Nicole gave the room a quick scan. “I have to tell Maddy you’re here, Julia. I wonder where she went.”
“She knows,” Julia said, then covered her traitorous mouth with one hand. Thank God I’m not a spy. I’d fail miserably at it.
Nicole’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really? She didn’t say anything. That little stinker. Usually she tells me everything.”
Hopefully not everything. Julia bit her lip beneath her hand.
“There’s Abby,” Nicole exclaimed with excitement and waved her over.
A beautiful brunette walked over with a tall dark-haired man. The crowd parted for them in a way they hadn’t even for the bride- and groom-to-be. Abby and Dominic Corisi: the new American royal family. Even Julia found them easy to recognize. Their whirlwind romance and wedding had been highly publicized, and their new daughter was on the cover of every gossip magazine at the grocery store. The billionaire, and the middle-school teacher who had won his heart. What was not to love about their story?
Starstruck, Julia watched the beautiful couple and sighed audibly.
Dominic greeted Gio with a handshake. “Good to see you again.”
Abby shook Gio’s hand warmly, then looked from Julia to Nicole.
A mischievous smile spread across Nicole’s face as she pointed at Julia. “This is Julia. She came with Gio.”
Abby’s face brightened with unexpected recognition. “The Julia?”
Gio tensed beside Julia. “Excuse me?”
Dominic hugged his wife to his side and said with some humor, “You don’t want to know.”
Suddenly not looking very happy, Gio looked down at Julia suspiciously.
Abby noticed and blushed. “Wow, I have been hanging out with my sister too much.”
Stephan looked back and forth between the two. “Is this about the bet?”
Nicole glared up at him and said, “No.” He looked about to say something else, but Nicole quickly said, “Don’t ruin it.”
Alessandro let out a hearty laugh. “Gio, now that you’re back you’ll have to get used to the women plotting against us. Don’t worry about it. It’s always harmless. And if you ask Maddy, she’ll tell you everything. She’s the weak link.”
Nicole whispered something to Abby.
Julia joked to Alessandro, “That may change after those two talk to her.”
The older man bent his tall frame and gave Julia the saddest puppy-dog expression she’d ever seen on a grown man. “Could you resist your father if he looked at you like this?” Alessandro turned his head more to the side, focused his eyes on the floor then, slowly raised them to meet Julia’s, silently pleading.
Julia burst out laughing. “You’ve got me. I would tell you everything.”
Straightening and puffing with pride, Alessandro rewarded Julia with a pleased smile. “It’s all in the eyes.”
Nicole chastised him playfully. “Uncle Alessandro. You’re shameless.”
He shrugged, clearly not bothered by her teasing. He waved to someone across the room and said, “If you’ll all excuse me. I was going to introduce Gio and Julia around, but it looks like that’s not necessary.” Before he walked away he said, “It is good to have you here, Gio.”
A woman came by and motioned for Nicole to follow her. Nicole said, “The photographer would like to take pictures of the wedding party now.” She smiled at Julia. “We’ll talk later.”
Stephan nodded to Gio and followed Nicole into one of the side rooms. Abby and Dominic excused themselves and did the same.
Gio took Julia by the arm and guided her in the opposite direction. “I didn’t realize I had brought the Julia to the wedding. Do you know what they meant?”
Not one to lie, Julia answered honestly. “Not entirely. I think the women are hoping that you’ll settle down, get married, and become close to this side of the family again.”
“What does that have to do with you?”
Julia took a deep breath. I’m sure he didn’t mean that the way it sounded. Still, let’s see if this takes some wind out of his sail. “They seem to think the right woman can bring a man back from even the darkest place.”
Instead of countering her comment or brushing it off, Gio mulled it for a moment before saying, “And what do you think?”
Mouth dry, Julia said, “I suppose it depends on the man and if he wants to come back.”
He pulled her into a secluded corner, his eyes dark with emotion. “People don’t change.”
Julia put a hand on his chest, just above his heart. “What a sad world it would be if that were true.”
He kissed her forehead. “You are one amazing woman, Julia. I wish . . .”
She covered his mouth with her hand. “Sometimes less is more. I am happy with amazing.”
As Gio guided Julia through the party, it was easy to forget why he’d come. A constant stream of family members came over to greet them. Many of them he’d lost touch with. Some he was meeting for the first time. Although his father was one of three sons, the generation before theirs had been larger. First, second, third generation—the level of separation wasn’t mentioned. About half the people in the room called themselves his cousin.
Random children he didn’t recognize ran up and down the stairs in what appeared to be an organized game of hide-and-seek. Some parents gave chase; some gave up.
After the formal speeches of thanks by Nicole and Stephan, Victor Andrade stood at the top of a wide stairway with a microphone in his hand. The crowd quieted again.
“There is no greater gift than to be able to share the end of my son’s bachelorhood with all of our friends and family. We welcome Nicole into our family and look forward to the little ones they will bring to us. For now, let’s enjoy the ones we have.” He beckoned to someone off to one side. His blonde wife stepped forward, leading several men carrying large white polished boards. “Katrine saw this in a magazine and fell in love with the idea.”
The crowd watched as the workers quickly transformed one side of the stairway into a wide slide with a thick white pad at the bottom of it. One of the men handed Victor and his wife what looked like a white, velvet mattress with handles sewn into the top. They sat side by side at the top of the stairs. Victor said, “After the children have their fill, I hope you will try this for yourselves. Life is too short not to fill it with as much love and laughter as you can squeeze into it.”
They pushed off from the top, and the crowd cheered as they flew down the slide and came to a gentle stop on the padded bottom. Laughing, Victor stood, then offered a hand to his wife and helped her up. She fixed her hair with one hand and beamed a smile at the surrounding crowd.
A herd of children charged up the other stairway and formed a line.
This was what his mother had always loathed about her husband’s family. He remembered as a child being told to
sit instead of join in. A Stanfield would never laugh as loudly they did. A Stanfield always remembered the importance of the family’s reputation.
She’d done her best to keep his brothers and him separate from what she considered vulgar behavior. Yes, he had visited the island many times, but he’d never stayed overnight. Every visit had felt like a betrayal to his mother, who said they had never accepted her as one of them.
Nor, she’d warned, would they ever accept her sons.
He’d believed her.
He’d believed everything. He hated that he was no longer sure he should have.
Gio felt his gut twist with guilt. His brothers were off to one side of the room, included but still separate. Despite their earlier acceptance of the invitation to come, he knew they also had mixed feelings. Their mother stood between them and exuberance as surely as if she were there chastising them for being tempted to join in.
At his side, Julia pulled on his hand and asked, “Do you want to try it?”
He shook his head, not knowing what she was referring to.
“The slide,” she clarified and looked at it with longing. “Have you ever seen anything so incredible?”
His answer stuck in his throat as he took in her unfiltered excitement. “No,” he answered honestly. His heart beat double-time in his chest. Julia didn’t cling to everything she’d ever done wrong and let it hold her back. She was more alive in that moment than he’d ever allowed himself to be, and it made him want to experience the wedding through her eyes.
A teasing grin lit her face as she said, “I dare you to do it with me.”
“I don’t accept dares,” he said decisively.
“You should,” she went up on her tiptoes and whispered in his ear. “They can be fun.”
Her voice sent shivers of pleasure down his spine and he was instantly, painfully hard. “There are many things I want to do with you. Trying out that slide is not one of them.”
“I suppose that officially makes me more daring than you,” Julia said with a yawn.
He frowned down at her. “Really?”
She studied her nails. “Sure. I flew off to a foreign country with you. That’s brave. You are afraid to look foolish in front of your own family. Not so brave.”
He took her by the arm, half amused, half insulted by her assessment of him. “Well, we can’t have that, can we?”
She hopped with excitement beside him. They’d almost made it to the stairs when his three brothers intercepted them.
Max blocked their way. “Hang on. Are you actually going up there?”
Nick raised a doubtful eyebrow. “Planning to dismantle it?”
Gio stepped around his brothers and continued to guide Julia toward the stairs.
Max asked, “Has he lost his mind?”
“No,” Luke said, “his heart.”
Gio stumbled as his brother’s words slammed into him.
A quick glance down at Julia made Gio groan.
She smiled up at him. A big, happy smile revealed she’d heard Luke.
He should tell her Luke was wrong. He was not falling in love with her.
But he’d never liked to lie.
Chapter Nineteen
Julia was walking back from the powder room when a smiling pregnant woman who didn’t waste time with small talk hijacked her with a warm hug. “Maddy.”
Maddy didn’t let go as she said, “Luke was telling me how good he thinks you are for Gio. I thought the same thing when I first met you, but when you went sliding down the stairs together—I saw Gio laugh. I love you.”
Okay, this is awkward. Julia gave her back a quick pat and coughed. “You’re choking me.”
With a light, embarrassed chuckle, Maddy released her. “I’m sorry. My emotions are all over the place. I’m just happy for you and Gio.” A big smile spread across her face. “And a little envious. I remember what it was like to not be able to keep my hands off Richard. It’s still good, but children make it more difficult to sneak off together.”
Julia coughed again, and her face warmed with a blush. “Could we forget about earlier?” A sudden thought came to her as she remembered what Alessandro had said about his daughter. “You didn’t tell anyone, did you?”
It was Maddy’s turn to blush. “No one who would say anything. Don’t worry.”
Julia covered her eyes with one hand. Every floor should have an escape option. You click your heels twice and it swallows the mortified up, depositing them . . . where didn’t matter . . . as long as it was far away.
In a moment of self-awareness, Maddy put a sympathetic hand on Julia’s shoulder and said, “I know my family is a bit much to get used to, but we don’t get involved unless we care.”
Julia lowered her hand. “No, I’m sorry. My head is still spinning from all of this. Sometimes it feels like I’ve walked into a dream—a magical, beautiful world. Then I remind myself that dreams are something you wake up from.” She met Maddy’s eyes seriously. “I don’t want to wake up.”
Maddy hugged her again, but this time quickly. “Maybe you won’t have to. Come on, there are a few more people I’d like to introduce you to before you go back to your date.” After taking two steps, she stopped again and said, “Speaking of you and Gio, my father doesn’t approve of you sharing a room. I tried to explain to him that you’re in the stage of your relationship where really it would be best for everyone if you have one, but he’s old-fashioned.”
Julia’s eyebrows rose. “You talked to him about me? About Gio? About me and Gio?”
Maddy started walking again in a rush. “I couldn’t help it. He gave me that sad look and I cracked. It’s some kind of parental mind control.”
Julia kept pace with Maddy, but she was thinking back to her earlier conversation with Alessandro and wondered if he’d known then. “I can’t believe you told your father.”
“He won’t say anything. Don’t worry. He likes you.”
Alessandro closed the door of the ultramodern bookless library he’d invited Gio into.
He waved for Gio to come farther inside. “It’s good to see you smiling.”
For just a moment, Gio clung to the uncomplicated happiness he’d found with Julia within the chaotic Andrade celebration. He’d always thought of himself as a man who had no patience for children. However, when he’d reached the bottom of the slide the first time he’d found himself eye level with a clapping little girl dressed in a frock that made her look like a doll. “You’re fast!”
“Higher mass objects have higher force on an incline plane,” he had explained as he stood up.
Julia had taken the hand he offered her and bent down to explain to the girl, “We’re bigger than you, so we go faster.”
“Would I go fast if I went with you?”
Gio had looked around for the girl’s mother. “Oh, I don’t think that would be a good . . .”
“I bet you would,” Julia had said as if he hadn’t spoken, and offered her other hand to the little girl. “Let’s try it. My name is Julia.”
Big brown eyes had studied both of them. Then she’d taken Julia’s hand. “I’m Anna. I’m one of the flower girls tomorrow. I get a basket and roses and a big pink dress. I picked the dress myself because I’m all grown up now. I pick my own clothes. I can’t tie shoes yet, but we use Velcro. My brother knows how to tie shoes. He’s eight. But he isn’t a flower girl. He’s a boy. And he doesn’t get a dress because boys don’t wear dresses. My dress is pink. Nicole said I could pick whatever color I wanted because I’m important in the wedding. I carry the flowers. And I picked pink because princesses wear pink.” She’d stopped halfway up the stairs and directed a question to Gio. “Do you like this dress? It’s pink, too.”
She’d spun in front of him in her satin dress and stumbled, falling down a stair. Gio had caught the girl and steadied her. He hadn’t realized he was scowling down at her until she touched the middle of her forehead and said, “You shouldn’t frown like that. It gives you a wrinkle ri
ght here. And you’re old. Wrinkles stay on old people. Are you my cousin Gio?”
Gio had opened his mouth to answer, but the little girl was already speaking again. “My mom told me to stay out of his way. She said he can be grumpy, but you’re not grumpy, so you can’t be him.” She’d spun and started up the stairs again. “Come on, slowpokes. Mom said I can go down the slide five times. Does this count? I’m sharing it with you. I don’t think it counts. She told me five times and then I have to go upstairs to bed. So, tell her it doesn’t count. I don’t want to go to bed yet. This party is fun. Isn’t it fun?”
When the little girl sprinted ahead, Gio had growled into Julia’s ear, “She was cute before she started talking.”
Julia had joked, “She’s not so bad. She’s just excited. Come on—smile. You don’t want to give yourself a wrinkle. I hear they stay on old people.”
“Old, huh? You’ll pay for that tonight.”
After stealing a quick kiss, Julia had laughed and sprinted up the stairs, saying, “I certainly hope so.”
The memory of the entire exchange brought an involuntary smile to Gio’s face.
Alessandro cleared his throat loudly, bringing Gio back to the present. “Have you been drinking, Gio?”
“No,” he said curtly, but he could understand the question. He wasn’t acting like himself. He didn’t feel like himself. For once, he felt like the past didn’t need to have a stranglehold on him. He could make amends. He could be free.
Alessandro took a seat on one of the couches. “Please, sit.”
Gio shook his head and remained standing. “I’d rather stand. What did you need to talk to me about?”
“You know we’re happy to have you here, Gio.”
Never one who had been open with his emotions, Gio merely pocketed his hands and waited. He doubted Alessandro had pulled him aside simply to express that sentiment.
His uncle walked over to the window and said, “Tomorrow Dominic Corisi will present the Isola Santos deed to Stephan and Nicole. Will that be a problem?”
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