Mia shrugged. “Okay. So if you started translating at the beginning, you probably already know that Antonio and Sophia were in love. According to this, they had been for years. But there was a problem with Antonio’s family. It’s not clear what, but he wasn’t considered a desirable match for her. When he and Salvatore decided to start over in America, Sophia vowed to wait for her one true love. Heartfelt good-bye, etcetera. Flash forward six years. Sophia is still the beauty of the village, but she has refused every suitor. Her father grows impatient and begins to pressure her. She gets a letter from Antonio telling her that he and Salvatore are coming back to claim brides. The wineries are already starting to show a profit. By village standards he’s a rich man now, and he’s coming to get her.”
Mia glanced up from the paper. “She waited six years. How crazy is that?”
Brenna thought about how long she’d loved Nic. “He was her one true love.”
Mia wrinkled her nose. “You sound like a greeting card. I say cut your losses and find the best guy who’s available now, but that’s just me. Anyway, weeks go by, Sophia’s family gets impatient. She promises to marry by the end of spring. Who shows up the following week? Not darling Antonio, but Salvatore. He’s successful, his family is respected, and he comes bearing gifts. The family is thrilled. When he makes an offer for Sophia, they accept on her behalf. Sophia is distraught. Where is her beloved?”
“Where is he?” Nic asked.
“Don’t know. The diary doesn’t say. But Sophia’s in a panic. She tries to delay the wedding, but the folks won’t have it. Antonio is MIA until the night before the wedding.”
Brenna can’t believe it. “You’re kidding.”
“Nope. He shows up at some fancy dinner. Now that he’s not going to be family, her parents make him welcome. Sophia is heartbroken. He’s her one true love, yada yada. They meet out by the fountain close to midnight. He wants her to come away with him, to elope. But she can’t shame her family. Salvatore is a good man. They fight, they make up, they have sex.”
Brenna’s mouth dropped open. “No way.”
Mia grinned. “Oh, she’s pretty delicate in her description, but there’s no doubt the deed gets done. Salvatore gets the bride, but not the cherry.”
“Does that start the feud?” Nic asked.
“No. Apparently Antonio settles on a different bride. Our great-grandmother Maria. There’s another wedding and the four of them head back to America. I can only imagine how interesting that boat crossing could have been. I mean the four of them dining together. Sophia and Antonio married to people they don’t love. Talk about a conversation stopper.”
Brenna thought of her own miserable marriage. “How did she stand it?”
“There was plenty of work to keep her busy. After a year or so, the first of her babies came along. The wineries flourished, then the war came. As we’ve been told forty billion times, Antonio and Salvatore went to Europe and were given cuttings from different vineyards in an effort to protect the horticultural heritage from the Germans. They brought them back, planted them and all went well, right up until Salvatore got a letter that his father was dying. This was right after the end of the war. Being a good son, he headed home for Italy. Sophia stayed behind with the family and the grapes.”
Mia waved the papers. “Brace yourself. Here’s the good stuff. There was an early frost-just days before the harvest. Antonio and Sophia did everything they could to save the grapes. They worked tirelessly for days. It’s not clear where Great-grandma Maria was during all this, but when the harvest was finally in and they’d saved the grapes, they celebrated by falling into each other’s arms. They admitted they were still in love. The affair went on for nearly two weeks until Sophia put a stop to it, telling Antonio she couldn’t continue to betray her husband. But it was too late. Sophia was pregnant.”
Brenna couldn’t believe it. “There was a child?”
“Almost. Sophia was frantic, as you can imagine. Salvatore wasn’t the nicest guy around, and he didn’t like coming home after being gone for nearly six months and finding his wife five months pregnant. He badgered her for the name of her lover, then turned his back on her, threatening to throw her bastard into the streets. It turns out he didn’t have to. The baby was stillborn.”
Brenna glanced at Nic. He looked as shell-shocked as she felt. “How did he find out it was Antonio’s?”
“In her grief she told him the truth. All of it.” Mia shook her head. “That was the beginning of the feud. Sophia found out later that Salvatore went to the Marcellis’ vineyards and poisoned all the vines they’d brought from Europe. Whatever he used acted slowly, strangling the new cuttings until they all died. She said when he told her, he sounded as if he were proud of what he’d done. Sophia blamed herself, but she wouldn’t betray her husband again by telling Antonio what had happened. The two men fought, Salvatore refused to confess because to his mind, Antonio’s sin was greater. The families never spoke again. Well, until you guys.”
Mia folded the papers. “So that’s it. Our sordid past. Think we could sell the story to Hollywood?”
“Salvatore really poisoned the grapes,” Brenna said slowly. “All these years I thought Grandpa Lorenzo was crazy, but he was telling the truth.”
“There was just cause,” Mia said. “You know how Italian men are about fidelity. It obsesses them.”
Brenna didn’t dare glance at Nic. Infidelity. That’s what he had considered her relationship with Jeff, and she wasn’t sure he was wrong. But unlike his great-grandfather, he’d come to understand why and he’d forgiven her instead of seeking revenge.
Nic walked toward Mia. “You agree with what Salvatore did?”
“I don’t know if I agree, but I understand. His best friend screwed his wife. That was pretty low. I mean, Sophia had the chance to run off with Antonio the night before her wedding, but she was too frightened to defy her family. She chose a stranger over the man she really loved. Then she cheated on her husband with the guy she’d loved all along. Somebody needed to bitch-slap some sense into that girl. She gave up the right to Antonio the second she turned him down. She’d picked her life, so she should have honored it.”
Mia’s comments hit a little too close to home for comfort. Brenna didn’t want to see any similarities between herself and Nic, and Sophia and Antonio. Unfortunately, they were too obvious to miss.
She stood. “Mia, we should get home. I want to talk to Grandpa Lorenzo about this.”
“Will it change anything?” Nic asked.
“I don’t know. Probably not.”
Still, the need to escape pressed in on her from all directions.
Mia rose and pulled her keys from her front pocket. “You want to do the Forrest Gump cross-country run again or you want a ride?”
“We’ll take your car.”
“Brenna, wait.” Nic moved close. “We have to talk.”
Of course they did. She’d spilled her guts to the man. The problem was she didn’t know if he was going to match her feelings or try to let her down gently. She didn’t think she could handle one more shock today.
“I’ll call you,” she said vaguely. “Soon.”
Nic stood alone in the living room. In the space of an hour his world had shifted on its axis. First Brenna’s fears that her grandfather would sell-implying he was about to get everything he’d ever wanted. Then her claims to be in love with him. Love? Now? Fate had a twisted sense of timing. Finally the news about his great-grandfather.
All his life Nic had thought the feud was a joke. He’d figured the Marcellis’ claims were little more than a rationalization of their own failure. He’d felt superior because his family had been successful on a grand scale. The European cuttings had given Wild Sea an edge in the market. By the early 1980s that edge could be measured in hundreds of thousands of dollars of revenue. Today the difference was in millions.
When Nic had been called back from his exile, he’d been determined to make Wild Sea one of the biggest and the best. His plan, born during those long days working in the vineyards of France, had started with blinding hate and rage, then had evolved into something more concrete. He’d had something to prove-not just to his grandfather, but to Brenna. He wanted her to regret all that she’d lost when she’d left him.
Once Wild Sea was everything he could make it, he would buy Marcelli Wines. Over time he would incorporate their vineyards, their processes, then he would eliminate their name.
During the past seven years, he’d accomplished everything he’d wanted, with one exception-he hadn’t bought out Marcelli Wines.
Wild Sea had three times the sales and four times the profits, but that hadn’t mattered. He’d had a goal.
Now that goal seemed to rest on shaky ground.
He walked to the rear of the house and stepped outside. He couldn’t see them from here, but they were just
