The Sparkling One

“Good.”

Katie flipped back the white napkin covering the bread basket between them and groaned when the smell of freshly baked rolls drifted to her. She offered the basket to her sister, then took one for herself.

The flaky crust scattered crumbs everywhere when she tore it in half. Katie braced herself for a religious experience. A dab of sweet butter completed the moment. She took a bite.

Heaven. Pure heaven. Who needed men when there was perfect French bread in the world?

And speaking of men…

Zach flashed back into her brain. Go away, she told the image. She refused to find him attractive after what he’d done. He was not good-looking, not sexy, and certainly not her type.

One out of three, she thought wryly. Not bad odds. He’d been a jerk, and she would be wise to forget about him. There was only one problem-a couple of things he’d said had made sense.

Oh, she didn’t want that to be true, but there it was. Young marriages didn’t often make it.

“Do you ever think it’s strange that our parents have always pushed us to get married so young?” she asked her sister.

Mia shrugged. “I never thought about it. It’s not really our folks, it’s much more Grandma Tessa and Grandpa Lorenzo. It’s an Italian thing.”

“That and they want a male heir for the winery.”

Mia laughed. “Granny M shares that. I couldn’t believe she sounded disappointed when I said I wasn’t pregnant. Most grandparents would be relieved.”

“Not ours.”

Katie thought about all the subtle and not-so-subtle hints she’d received over the years. About how she would be so much happier if she was married and had children of her own. Preferably male children.

Mia leaned toward her. “Why can’t they leave the winery to Brenna? She cares about wine making and stuff.”

“Brenna lives in L.A. That makes it hard to run things on a day-to-day basis. I have my own business, Francesca is studying psychology and sociology, and-”

“And I plan to take over the world,” Mia said lightly. “Brenna is the right one, if you ask me. Now that Jeff is out of medical school, he could start a practice up close to the hacienda. Plus, then we’d get to see them more.”

“Good point. I wonder if they’ve discussed it. Or if Jeff would be interested.”

“I don’t know.” Mia planted her elbows on the table. “That’s one thing I really like about David. He sees me as an equal. He knows I’m smart and capable and that I have goals. And he’s okay with that.”

Zach’s words drifted through Katie’s brain. She could hear him saying that Mia and David were too young to make it.

“You’re making a pretty big decision,” she said, even as she hated herself for bringing it up in the first place. “Marriage is forever. I envy you knowing it’s right.”

Mia’s smile faded as she reached for Katie’s hand. “Is all this wedding talk making you think about Greg?”

Oops. Not the direction she’d wanted the conversation to go. Ex-fiances should best be forgotten. She squeezed her sister’s fingers. “I’m fine with Greg. To be honest, I’m not sorry we didn’t get married. I don’t think it would have worked. I guess my concern is that you have so much of your life in front of you. I want to make sure you’re marrying David because it’s what you want and not because of family pressure or feeling that it’s time.” She grinned. “After all, it would be much easier to rule the world if you were single.”

“I think I can handle a marriage and world domination. I’m a great multitasker.” Mia studied her. “Katie, I love him. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted. As for being pressured by the family, that’s impossible to escape. You know. You get hassled every time you walk in the door.”

“Tell me about it. I swear I’ve dated every single guy over the age of twenty in a fifty-mile radius. Well, except for the ordained priests.”

“If Grandma Tessa didn’t think it was a sin, she’d be dragging them home for you, as well.”

“One of these day’s I’ll find the right man.”

Mia smiled. “Your own handsome prince?”

“Sure.”

“I hope so. I found mine.”

Katie looked at her sister’s pretty face. Contentment radiated from her expression and happiness brightened her eyes.

“Of course you’ll be happy with David,” she said, wondering why she’d ever thought differently. Zach might have his reasons for worrying-in his line of work, who could blame him? But statistics were about other people. Marcelli marriages were forever.

Mia collected the mail, including a copy of Cosmo in French, and ran up the stairs to her apartment. She’d already seen David’s truck parked on the street, so she knew he was waiting for her. She burst into the front door.

“We picked out a dress,” she announced, tossing her mail and backpack on the floor and slamming the door shut behind her.

David lay stretched out on the sofa. He grinned at her and motioned for her to come closer. “Hello to you, too.”

“Hello.”

She kicked off her Nikes and straddled him, bending low to kiss him. His arms came around her.

She loved looking into his face. His eyes were a deep, true blue and made her melt a little inside when she gazed at them. In his arms she felt sure and safe. While everyone in the world thought she was so smart and together, what they didn’t see was she was always afraid of being just the baby. She’d been the baby her whole life, and getting out on her own and growing up hadn’t been easy. With David around, she didn’t have to try so hard.

“Tell me about your day,” she said, brushing his mouth again and feeling heat fill her body.

He nipped her lower lip. “Tell me about the dress.”

“I can’t. You know that. It’s a surprise. But it’s beautiful and we picked out the fabric and the lace. Katie’s going to make the pattern from a couple of different ones. In the meantime, we all start the beading.”

“What beading?”

“All the lace gets beaded by hand. The flower petals are outlined in seed pearls and filled in with little beads. It’s what we do. You know-a tradition.”

“Cool.” He kissed her jaw. “So who is Robert Anderson?”

She raised her head. “Who?”

“I asked first. He called while you were out. There’s a message. Something about him coming out to L.A. in a couple of weeks and wanting to know if you’d like to have dinner.”

Mia bounced off the sofa to her feet and raced for the machine. Sure enough, the red light blinked steadily.

“He called!” she crowed. “He called, he called, he called.”

David sat up slowly. “Mia, who’s the guy?”

She spun around and grinned at him. “Oh, don’t give me that look. This isn’t personal. It’s about my career. Robert Anderson is that guy I met last summer at the Arabic language course I took. Remember? He went to Georgetown, too. We’ve been e-mailing and he said if he got out here, we could hang out. He’s willing to write me a letter of recommendation to both Georgetown and the State Department.”

“Yeah, right.” David looked anything but convinced.

“David, don’t act like that. The man is in his forties. He has a daughter close to my age. Plus he’s married and I met his wife and they’re a totally cool couple. They took me to dinner a couple of times.”

David didn’t look convinced.

She hurried back to the sofa and squeezed onto his lap. “You’re the one I love.”

“I don’t like the idea of you having dinner with other guys.”

Mia really, really wanted to roll her eyes, but that never led to meaningful conversation with the opposite sex.