Becca.

A few days later, we were back in the car again. James said he had another surprise for us.

I couldn’t stop smiling while we drove through town. While it wasn’t Italy with its countryside charm, Scarsdale didn’t disappoint. The streets were lined with Tudor-style buildings, and every home looked like it had sprouted around lush, green forests and seas of perfectly mowed lawns.

James eyed me as he held Alessandro, who giggled from being bounced up ...