““Darren’s face comes to mind again, and I imagine his jaw dropping in reaction to my transformation. I shake my head to clear it and look back into the mirror. I catch eyes with Angelo and tear up again. “ Grazie , Angelo.” He reaches for my hand and kisses it, muttering a string of phrases in Italian. “What’s he saying?” I ask Chiara. “He says you are beautiful.” She smiles, her eyes glistening too. “And that there will be a line.” “For what, the salon?” I laugh. “For you.” I love Italian men.””
