*Giovani*

I watched my wife pace the kitchen floor, a whole variety of snacks left in bowls on the counter as she anxiously waited.

"She'll be here soon. What if she hates tropical fruit?" Olivia asked, biting down on her lip as she glared at the innocent pineapple pieces in the bowl.

"I’m sure she’ll love it," I told her, trying to soothe her nervousness. "And even if she doesn’t, I doubt she'll hate you over some fruit. Who knows if she even likes ...