Ethan's POVGrandpa turned eighty-five today, and Italy seemed to have come to celebrate with him.Adrian had arranged everything on a scale that made my head spin. Half the country was on the guest list, and the other half, I suspected, was standing outside hoping for an invitation. Business titans, global clients, men whose names appeared on skyscrapers and in newspapers had flown in just to raise a glass to the old man. And among them, softer and far more precious to Grandpa, were the friends of his childhood and school days. Some had passed away over the years, and he spoke of them quietly, the way one touches an old scar. But a few were still here, leaning on canes and each other, laughing like boys again.He had been excited for weeks. He dragged Adrian and me through seven, maybe eight boutiques, fussing over fabrics and cuts until he found the one that made him look, in his words, the finest, most handsome gentleman in the room. He chose our outfits too, brushing aside every p
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