Aren't Italian mothers supposed to be overly protective of their sons?

I've been so busy thinking about the family business and all it entails, that I didn't give much thought to whether they would even want me here.

She swiftly moves in my direction the second she sees me. Without a word, she enfolds me in her arms as if we've known one another our entire lives.

"You're just as beautiful as my son claimed."

I glance at Matteo. His lips lift as if he knows that I'm ...