“Perhaps the most poignant moment of the evening was Lilly De Campo’s account of her struggle with anorexia,” Kaiken had written. “Courageous and truthful, its honesty no doubt made an impression on everyone in attendance. I’m pretty sure there wasn’t a dry eye in the crowd.” And, in true Kaiken tongue-in-cheek fashion, he’d added, “PS—can I say how good it is to have the De Campos back together? I always did want to believe in fairytales...”
She looked up at Riccardo, her vision blurring.
“It was very courageous of you,” he said quietly. “But then again you’re the most courageous woman I know, Lilly De Campo.”
She stepped in to kiss him as she’d wanted to this afternoon. Heat swept through her veins, licked at her nerve-endings as he claimed her mouth in a thorough, possessive kiss that seemed to promise a million forevers.
“I love you,” she whispered. “Io ti amo per sempre.”
I will love you forever.
He pulled back, his gaze so dark it was almost black. “Finish that drink,” he muttered roughly. “Dinner can wait.”
She downed the last gulp and gasped when he swung her up in his arms and headed for the stairs. Up he climbed, to the bedroom that overlooked the river, the room where her dream of their family had begun. It occurred to her as Riccardo slid his hands to the back of her dress and unzipped it, letting the silky material slip to the floor, that her dream had finally come true. The puppy sleeping downstairs in a basket in the kitchen had been the final piece.
She smiled and wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck, pulling his mouth down to hers.
From a divorce party to forever. Who would have known?