Luca laughed. “Especially not the karaoke bar.”
Emma turned to face him. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Even when I’m impossible?”
“Especially when you’re impossible.”
Emma kissed him.
And as she drifted toward sleep, wrapped in Luca’s arms, surrounded by the family they’d built together, Emma finally understood what Teresa had meant all those years ago.
The Morettis didn’t fall in love easily.
But when they did, it was the kind of love that rewrites everything.
The kind of love that turns maids into wives.
Lies into truth.
Fear into courage.
And strangers into family.
The kind of love that lasts.
