Giulio puts one hand on my waist and twines his other hand with mine. He’s grinning widely. “You ready, Mama? Don’t trip over my feet.”
“You’re the one who wouldn’t practice dancing,” I grumble.
Giulio puts one hand on my waist and twines his other hand with mine. He’s grinning widely. “You ready, Mama? Don’t trip over my feet.”
“You’re the one who wouldn’t practice dancing,” I grumble.