Epilogue

I pick uptwo plates of lasagna and watermelon and slip two bottles of water into my dress pockets. I search the crowd for Lorenzo and grin when I spy him chatting with Fiore and Daniella.

"Auguri e figli maschi, Summer!"

"Grazie, Alberto." I nod at the couple who lives in our apartment building. People keep stopping me every two feet to wish me well and congratulations. It's nice everyone is so happy for us, but I really just want to grab my husband and find a quiet corner away from the town.

Lorenzo looks so handsome, the wind ruffling his dark hair. His white linen button-down glows against his deep tan. I want to take him back home and spend the rest of the night making him say naughty things in Italian, but I can't. It's the Feast of San Lorenzo. It's tradition to watch the stars.

We came back a day early from our honeymoon because of it, which made Lorenzo incredibly grumpy. He wanted to camp out under the old olive tree and watch the stars from there, but I insisted we go into town for a bit to say hello to everyone, and to eat the scrumptious food.

"I snagged some lasagna!" I waggle my eyebrows and kiss Fiore and Daniella's cheeks.

He smiles at me, and it takes my breath away. He'll take my breath away for as long as I live. "I swear, the only reason we came back early was for the lasagna."

"You know, Summer, I can make it for you whenever you want," Fiore teases.

"I know, but there's something special about lasagna on the night of the falling stars." I wink at Lorenzo.

"I was just telling Fiore and Daniella about our trip."

"I can't believe you guys stayed on a private yacht and met the Clooneys. Sono così geloso," Fiore grumbles.

"Don't be jealous, little sister. If you play your cards right, perhaps you can become my personal chef and work on my yacht."

"I already am your personal chef. Idiota." She rolls her eyes and slaps him in the stomach. "Go away."

"You don't have to tell me twice." Lorenzo grins and motions with his head for me to follow. "Sei pronta, bella?"

"I'm ready. Same place?" I ask as he takes my plate.

"Sí."

We climb the cobblestone hill and walk to the blessedly empty courtyard at the top, sitting down on the stone wall. I immediately dig into my lasagna, moaning as I devour it.

"Hungry, tesoro?" Lorenzo stares at me in wonderment, chuckling as I inhale the pasta.

"Starving. I've been dreaming about this lasagna for a year."

"That's a long time."

"You have no idea."

We finish our food, and he cradles me in his arms. We gaze out over the town with its twinkling lights, music, and laughter surrounding us like a warm hug from home.

I sigh in contentment. "I hope we can do this until we're old and gray."

He kisses the shell of my ear. "What are you going to wish for tonight?"

I turn my head slightly, gently elbowing him in the ribs. "I can't tell you that. It's bad luck."

"Hmm."

"Why? What are you going to wish for?" I ask.

"All my wishes came true, cara mia."

"All of them? What if I could grant you one more?"

"So now you're San Lorenzo's genie?" He grins goofily down at me.

I trace his lips with my finger. "Lean down and find out for yourself."

He looks at me curiously and bends his head down. I whisper in his ear and he rears back. "Are you sure?"

Laughter bubbles up. "Of course, I'm sure."

He squeezes me tight and drops a tender kiss on my lips as the stars fall from the sky. "Make a wish, mi amore."

Like a little kid, I squeeze my eyes shut, my fingers grasping the diamond stars on the necklace he gave me. I wish for a lifetime of love and happiness with this man. I open my eyes to find him watching me with a tender expression.

"Did you make a wish?" I ask.

"Sí. I wished for…lasagna every night." He winks.

I throw my head back and laugh, love making my heart grow twice its size. He grabs my hand, threading my fingers with his.

"Ti adoro, tesoro. I'm so glad you got lost in Tuscany."

"I'm so glad you found me." I lean in and kiss his lips.

I'm Signora Rossiof L'Azienda Olivicoloa Rossi. Wife to this beautiful man, daughter to Barbara, Stella, and Raffaelo, sister to Fiore, Cara, Damien, Emilio, and Caterina. Granddaughter to Nonna Rossi, and now a mother to the little miracle growing inside me. La mia famiglia.

Fine.