“It’s a hell of a dress,” Caprice said for the tenth time as she reclined on the bed in Delfina’s room watching her pace in circles. “How did he know your size? I mean it’s like the thing was tailored to you.”
“My guess is Ercole has my measurements in a file somewhere though I’ve gained weight so maybe not.”
“You have gained some weight but not tons of it.”
“I’ve gained close to twenty pounds. I’ve been taste testing every dessert which comes out of the ovens and Mom’s been keeping me filled up on homemade pastas and meatloaves.”
“What did you eat at Ercole’s house?”
“His chef would have made me whatever I wanted but most of the time I wasn’t hungry. There were days I barely ate a single meal though the chef would tattle and then Ercole would personally sit and watch me clean my plat
