Twenty Seven

Nora made me try on a hundred different dresses. I tried black, orange, pink, blue, even yellow.

It was kind of pathetic how a woman who lived in Italy knew more stores for shopping here than I did.

We reached home and she started on dinner.

What the fuck happened to getting tired?

I offered to help, but she waved me off, wanting to cook for her sons herself.

I was talking to Landon on the phone in Mariano's room when he came back.

"Hi." I told him.

He smiled and pointed to the phone. "It's Landon." I whispered. "I'll be with you in a sec."