Giada hugged her father tight, tears streaming down her face as he rubbed her back.
“I’m going to miss you, pops.” Her breathing was harsh, and her words garbled as the emotion of leaving her dad finally hit her. Leaving her mother, her friends, her work, Mano, and her teams didn’t have near the impact of leaving her father behind and she was sobbing into his chest as he whispered soft words of support in her ear.
“I love you, Giada. I’m so proud of the woman you’ve become. You are going to do incredible things in Vegas, I’m certain of it.” He lifted her chin with his fingers and looked into her bloodshot eyes, his own eyes watery, tears on his cheeks. “Give ‘em hell!”
“I will,” she hiccupped as she stared into eyes so much like her own.
“You know your mother and I chatted this morning
