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She’d called Lissa and tried to talk to her about it, but all her mom had said was a noncommittal ‘It’s your call.’
    ‘Do you mind if Antonio comes?’ she’d asked.
    ‘Why would I mind?’ Lissa had answered, cool as ever.
    ‘Are you sure ?’ she’d persisted.
    ‘Of course I’m sure.’
    She’d never got her mom to say much about Antonio,he was more or less a closed subject, and whenever she brought him up, Lissa went onto something else. Oh, well…maybe one of these days she’d get her to open up about him.
    She flitted around the house, making sure all was in order for Evan’s return. He was extremely anal about his house. It was stark white and modern, with minimal furniture, and several highly expensive pieces of art hanging on the walls. Nicci figured that once they were married she’d change everything and make it more homey and comfortable.
    Finally, with nothing left to do, she picked up the phone and called Antonio.
    Fortunately he answered the phone himself, because she’d been dreading talking to her stern grandmother. ‘Antonio!’ she exclaimed. ‘Guess who?’
    There was a short silence before he spoke. ‘As if I can’t guess,’ he said at last. ‘Two years and no word, now my Nicci calls. This stubbornness you inherited from me.’
    ‘You always like to take credit for everything,’ she teased, delighted to hear his voice.
    ‘Not always.’
    ‘How come you haven’t called me ?’ she demanded. ‘Doesn’t that make you the stubborn one?’
    ‘We’re both stubborn,’ he admitted. ‘However, I am pleased to speak to you, my cariño .’
    ‘Really?’ she asked, feeling like a little kid again.
    ‘Of course. How are you?’
    She hesitated a moment before blurting out, ‘I’m…uh…getting married.’
    ‘You are doing what? ’
    ‘Getting married,’ she repeated, wondering what he’d say.
    ‘You’re too young,’ he said sternly.
    ‘I’m almost twenty,’ she countered.
    ‘That’s too young.’
    ‘Look at you and Mommy.’
    ‘Yes, look at us,’ he said drily.
    ‘Anyway,’ she added quickly, ‘I’m marrying this like really cool guy in five weeks, and I’d love you to come to my wedding and give me away.’
    There was another short silence. ‘I must tell you something,’ Antonio said, clearing his throat.
    ‘What?’ she asked impatiently.
    ‘I am getting married myself.’
    ‘Adela is letting you get married again?’ she said disbelievingly. ‘No way.’
    ‘Adela is happy for me,’ he said, quite affronted. ‘And my desire is that you will be too.’
    ‘When are you doing this?’
    ‘Next week.’
    ‘Oh, that’s great, isn’t it?’ she said, trying not to sound whiny. ‘At least I call and invite you. You weren’t even going to tell me. ’
    ‘Eventually.’
    What kind of father was he? It suddenly occurred to her that she was stuck with parents who basically didn’t give a crap about anyone except themselves. ‘Who are you marrying?’ she demanded. At least she was entitled to know that.
    ‘A wonderful woman,’ he answered smoothly.
    ‘Woman?’ she said, needling him, because since Antonio always referred to women as girls, this one must be older. ‘Hmm,’ she continued. ‘That sounds suspicious. Is she older than you?’
    ‘Well…’ he said, hesitating for a moment, ‘…just a trifle.’
    Nicci jumped on that one. ‘How much older?’
    ‘Merely a few years.’
    ‘How many?’ Nicci persisted.
    ‘Fifteen.’
    ‘Fifteen!’ she exclaimed. ‘Holy shit! That means when you’re fifty she’ll be like sixty-five!’ A beat, because she knew her father only too well. And then a sly–‘She must be mega rich.’
    ‘That’s not the reason we marry,’ he said, offended.
    Sure , Nicci thought. Then she sighed and said, ‘I guess that means you can’t make it to my wedding.’
    ‘I will be there.’
    ‘Promise?’
    ‘E-mail me the details. I would not miss giving my one and only beautiful daughter away.’
    She felt