VIVIAN
Dante’s parents were the opposite of their son—free-spirited, effervescent, and gregarious, with quick smiles and somewhat inappropriate senses of humor.
After Dante and I settled in, they insisted on taking us to lunch at their favorite restaurant, where they peppered us with more questions.
“I want to know everything. How you met, how he proposed.” Janis rested her chin in her hands. Despite her bohemian clothing and attitude, she possessed the sheen of a New England socialite—high cheekbones, perfect skin, and the type of rich, glossy hair that took copious amounts of time and money to maintain. “Don’t skimp on any details.”
“I know her father,” Dante said before I could answer. “We met at a dinner party at her parents’ house in Boston and hit it off. We dated, and I proposed a few months later.”
Technically true.
“Ah.” Janis frowned, looking disappointed by Dante’s unromantic summary of our courtship before she brightened again. “And the proposal?”
I was tempted to tell her he left the ring on my bedside table just to see how she’d react, but I didn’t have the heart to crush her hopes.
Time to brush off my acting skills. I hadn’t played Eliza Doolittle in my high school’s production of Pygmalion for nothing.
“It happened in Central Park,” I said smoothly. “It was a gorgeous morning, and I thought we were simply going for a walk…”
Janis and Gianni listened, their expressions enraptured, as I spun a dramatic story featuring flowers, tears, and swans.
Dante appeared less charmed. His frown deepened with each word out of my mouth, and when I reached the part about him wrestling the swan who’d tried to run off with my brand-new engagement ring, he gave me a look so dark it could’ve snuffed out the sun.
“Swan wrestling, eh?” Gianni, as he insisted on being called, laughed. “Dante, non manchi mai di sorprendermi.”
“Anche io non finisco mai di sorprendermi,” Dante muttered.
I stifled a smile.
“What a unique proposal! I can see why you went to the trouble to get the ring back. It’s stunning.” Janis lifted my hand and examined the obscenely large diamond. It was so heavy that lifting my arm qualified as a workout. “Dante’s always had a good eye, though I’d expected…”
Dante tensed.
Janis cleared her throat and dropped my hand. “Anyway, like I said, it’s a beautiful ring.”
Curiosity kindled in my chest when she and Gianni exchanged glances. What had she been about to say?
“We’re sorry we couldn’t make it to the engagement party,” Gianni added, cutting through the sudden tension. “We would’ve loved to be there, but there was a festival featuring a local artist who hadn’t attended a public event in ten years that same weekend.”
“He’s so talented,” Janis piped up. “We simply couldn’t miss the opportunity to see him.”
I paused, waiting for the punchline. It never came.
Horror crawled through me. That was why they’d missed their son’s engagement party? To meet some artist they didn’t even know?
Next to me, Dante sipped his drink, his expression like granite. He appeared neither surprised nor perturbed by the revelation.
An unexpected pang hit my chest.
How many times had his parents chosen their selfish desires over him for him to be so blasé about them missing his engagement? I knew they weren’t close, considering Gianni and Janis left him with his grandfather, but still. They could’ve at least made up a decent excuse for why they weren’t there.
I brought a salt-cured prawn to my mouth, but the formerly delicious seafood suddenly tasted like cardboard.
After lunch, Gianni and Janis encouraged us to “take a nice stroll” along the beach behind the restaurant while they finished their “post-lunch meditation,” whatever that meant.
“Your parents seem nice,” I ventured as we walked along the shore.
“As people, maybe. As parents? Not so much.”
I slid a sideways glance at him, surprised by his candor.
Dante’s linen shirt and pants lent him a more casual air than usual, but his features remained strikingly bold, his body powerful and his jaw hard, as he walked beside me. He looked invincible, but that was the thing about humans. No one was invincible. They were all vulnerable to the same hurts and insecurities as everyone else.
Some people just hid it better.
Another pang rippled through my chest when I remembered how cavalier his parents had been about missing the engagement party.
“Your grandfather raised you and Luca, right?” I knew this, but I couldn’t think of a better way to ease into the subject.
Dante responded with a curt nod. “My parents took off around the world soon after Luca was born. They couldn’t bring two children on their travels, given how much they moved around, so they left us in our grandfather’s care. They said it was for the best.”
“Did they visit often?”
“Once a year at most. They sent postcards on Christmas and our birthdays.” He spoke in a dry, detached tone. “Luca kept his in a special box. I threw mine out.”
“I’m sorry,” I said, my throat tight. “You must’ve missed them very much.”
Dante had been a kid at the time, barely old enough to comprehend why his parents were suddenly there one day and gone the next.