Chapter 12
Though it was just for a month, Skylar’s temporary room in the Fosters villa left her speechless from in RP REV views to every thoughtfully placed detail
She wasn’t sure if she was a houseguest or a visiting dignitary.
Patricia, also seeing the room for the first time, noticed even cosmetics had been arranged. She finally praised her usually taciturn son.
“Who knew our quiet Aiden could be so thoughtful? Skylar, tesoro, is there anything else you need?
Skylar shook her head, surprise and gratitude shining in her eyes.
Seeing her mother’s features reflected in Skylar’s sweet expression, Patricia’s heart melted. She reached out to pinch her cheek affectionately.
Aiden, entering with luggage, caught his mother’s wrist and guided it back to her side.
“Failed again,” Patricia pouted at her son. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay? You’re unusually involved today.”
Aiden gave his playful mother a look before turning to a bemused Skylar.
“The evenings get cool here, even in summer. I noticed you packed mostly summer clothes, so there are some dean jackets in the closet if you need them.”
Skylar was stunned. The guy who’d barely managed one message in ten days online had thought of everything
Remembering her earlier skepticism on the plane, she felt sheepish, offering sincere thanks.
Neither noticed Patricia’s knowing smile as she slipped out to text her best friend back in Manhattan.
“Sarah, I think our matchmaking dreams might actually work out!”
Back in New York, Skylar’s mother beamed at the sneakily taken photo of the two young people together.
Uncle Dan glanced over, smiling. “So that’s the Foster boy? They look good together. It would be nice to have both
kids settled soon.”
Her mother nodded, still smiling. “They’re all good kids – Victoria with Callias, and now maybe Skylar with Aiden. Though if she and Aiden work out, she’ll probably stay in Italy…”
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“Kids have to find their own path. As long as they’re happy. Besides, I’m retiring soon we can split our time between New York and Florence. Think of it as an extended vacation.”
“Florence? You’re planning a trip to Italy?”
Callias appeared in the doorway, slightly drunk.
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Uncle fian’s emile vanished at his son’s disheveled state. “Out since morning, ignoring our calls, drinking. Skaylar today
