Sienna’s POV:
Gianna and I buy clothes for the baby. Little footie pajamas and onesies and the tiniest socks you've ever seen. She wants to go crazy and buy a bunch of toys, too, but I remind her there's nowhere to put them yet. Clothes are a lot easier to hide than toys. I'm planning on just tucking them into my underwear drawer.
We get lunch when we're done. There's this little Italian place across from the new salon— our new salon— and the food's actually pretty good. We look over a few interior design magazines while we eat, trying to choose between ballet slipper pink and crepe pink.
Gianna orders the wine for both of us.
I order the dessert.
It's nice.
Then we cross the street to the salon. It feels different walking into it now that our names are on the deed. I sold a few pi
