Giada was resting her head on her father’s shoulder while they drank and lounged in a private banquet room in the hotel. Sarre hadn’t joined them yet, dealing with a situation with Luigi and Sven. Her mother was doting though still pouting but her father was keeping her mother distracted and she was sure she’d heard him whisper something naughty about Sarre’s rooftop pool after hours. She couldn’t help but smile as she contemplated Sarre was indeed going to give her the same lifetime of passionate love her parents shared even after all this time.
A flash of red hair caught both her and Silver’s attention outside the door of the room and they both squealed and raced from the room. Swifty pushed behind them and chased them excitedly.
“Aliana!” Giada grabbed the girl and spun her backwards.
