“Yeah, sounds like she’s certainly found the german beer,” he responded with a groan. “Oh, um, did we wish everyone a Happy Mother’s Day?”
I raised my eyebrow at his weird question. “Um. Yes? I said it to Molly, Kelly, and Stacy.”
Ricky put his hand around Sasha. “Did you say it to Sasha?”
I twisted my head to the right. “Sasha’s not a mom?” I looked over at her, and she raised her eyebrow, and I jumped up. “Oh my god! Really!”
Ricky and Sasha had eloped not long after all the families had returned and they were free from child duty. Despite the fact that they were both fairly flashy people, neither of them wanted a big wedding. I was pretty pissed off when I got the call from the chapel they’d chosen in Vegas, but when I saw Ricky and Sasha both beaming from ear to ear, I was just happy for them.
Sasha nodded. “I hope you’re ready to be a godmother.”
I threw my arms around her, hooking Ricky’s into the mess. “I’m so ready!”
“Okay! Everyone, gather around so I can say a few things before we get started,” Luca shouted. Everyone gathered up apart from the kids, who we left to continue playing instead of subjecting them to an adult’s boring speech. Luca wrapped his arm around Molly, still with Adrian held in his other arm. “I just wanted to say that it’s so nice to be here with all of you. I think if we learned anything last year, it’s that the women around us are forces to be reckoned with.”
Marco held up the beer he’d already cracked open. “Here, here.”
“I also wanted to say that, as of this morning, the Varasso family is dead!” He reached over and grabbed a manilla envelope. “All of our names have officially been changed to our new last name.” He looked down and smiled at me. “Moretti.”
Alessandro squeezed me close, and it was difficult to keep my emotions down. About three months after everything had settled, my family came to me to tell me that they were all changing their last names. They wanted to leave the Varasso curse behind, and they’d chosen my last name as the one they would use. Luca said I was the savior of the family.
Everyone cheered at the news, and Luca patted Ricky on his back and offered thanks for handling the paperwork. “All right. Let’s eat!”
Alessandro kissed me on my cheek as everyone started to shuffle around and get plates of the barbecue Molly had prepared. “I guess that’s our old life behind us for good,” he said.
I smiled. “I guess so. We’re Morettis now.”
Alessandro chuckled. “That makes you the head of the family now.”
“Nope,” I responded quickly. “The Morettis have no head. We’re a family, not a crime syndicate.” I grinned at my family, joyously eating and laughing with their kids and significant others. “Never again.”
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