"And please," Carol added, "carry yourself more carefully. You are carrying a baby."
Valentina let out a soft chuckle. "I thought that would be a problem for you."
"Why?" Carol asked. "My son loves you. That's all I need to know...Say goodbye to Vee for me," she said.
With that, she turned and walked back inside. Val stood there smiling after her for a long moment.
The night was beautiful, yes—but mostly because someone had paid an obscene amount of money and employed an excellent decorating team.
The moon, frankly, was getting far too much credit. Val let out a breath and rested a hand over her stomach.
She was nineteen. Pregnant for one man. Completely in love with another. Marco, whom she had once thought of as the brother she never had. Her life, when laid out plainly, sounded insane.
Complicated was the polite word for it. A disaster was probably more accurate. And yet— Right now, the future did not look like disaster.
It looked… possible.
