I laughed. “True. Thanks again.”
“No problem.”
After I hung up, I resolved to tell Bianca ‘thank you’ for what she’d done. Lucia and Mei-ling, too.
Although I wasn’t looking forward to Lucia air-humping an invisible ass again.
32
Iwas settling in early that night so I could get up at 5 the next morning when my phone rang.
It was Emilia.
“Are you okay?” I asked worriedly as soon as I picked up.
She sounded surprised.“Yes, I’m – I’m fine.”
“Nothing’s wrong?”
“No, I’m – I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have called…”
“Wait – so you just wanted to talk?” I asked, a big smile on my face.
“…is that okay?”
“More than okay. It’s great.”
“It’s alright that there’s no emergency?”
“I couldn’t be happier. So, what’ve you been doing since I saw you?”
We talked for a long time.
At first, it was just simple things… what she’d eaten for dinner… what she’d watched on Netflix to occupy her time…
I told her about my conversation with Bianca and Lucia after I got back to the dress shop, and how they’dtotallyconspired to set us up.
Emilia laughed.
We joked around a bit… and then talk turned to her life back in Milan and how she’d grown up.
It wasverylate by the time I finally said, “As much as I’d like to keep talking, we should go to bed.”
“You’re right. Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. This was the nicest evening I’ve had in ages.”
I could hear the smile in her voice.“Me, too.”
“Alright… well, I’ll see you very soon.”
“Okay. Goodnight, Giorgio.”
“Sogni d’oro,Emilia.”
Sweet dreams.
I hoped she dreamt of me…
