[Bianca]
“I cannot thank you enough, Dante,” my mother gushed out once again from across the lavish dining room table in a fancy restaurant he had insisted we try for lunch. We had just come back from the hospital and the doctor was happy with my mother’s progress so far.
“Please, Mrs. Fellam, don’t,” Dante replied, and I hid my smile. The man was far too polite, but it was one of those things that I adored about him. “It is an honor to assist you on your road to recovery,” he then added, which effectively made my mother blush.
“Still…thank you. And I do wish you would call me April,”
“Of course, Mrs.…April,” he said and I smiled brightly over at him. He gave me a wink before he turned his attention back to the menu. “Now, what tickles your fancy ladies?” he asked.
“I’ll have the mus
