The Promise
Page 158

“Mrs. Zambino,” I called, and she looked back at me. I crossed my legs and held her eyes as I said straight out, “You were right.”
“I’m always right,” she returned, and I grinned again. “But what in particular was I right about this time?”
“Love is never wrong.”
She studied me, but I could swear her eyes got soft.
“I’m lucky,” I said quietly. “Havin’ an old woman across the street who’ll give me wisdom.”
She looked toward her TV.
“Mrs. Zambino,” I called again, and she looked to me. “It took a while, but you started it, so you gotta know: I look in the mirror now and see what you see.”
Yes. Definitely. Her eyes were soft.
“Frankie,” she whispered.
“Do you know what I see when I look at you?” I asked.
She pressed her lips together.
“Pure beauty,” I said softly.
That was when I saw her eyes get bright a second before I saw her chin lift and heard her mouth say, “If you think you can get into my will by bein’ sweet to me, forget it. I got enough girls fightin’ over my jewelry and handbags. I’ll pick a piece for you to get when I die and you’ll like it.”
“Of course I will, you have great taste,” I told her.
“I know I do,” she returned.
That was when I burst out laughing.
* * * * *
The instant the waiter left our table, I grabbed my Champagne glass, glued my eyes to Benny across from me, put my glass to my lips, and belted it back.
All of it.
Benny burst out laughing.
We were at Giuseppe’s. I was wearing a phenomenal dress I knew was phenomenal because we were late for our reservation, seeing as Benny banged me against the wall about a nanosecond after he saw me in it.
We were there to celebrate our new kitchen, which was a bit crazy, seeing as I didn’t want to be in a restaurant. I’d had enough of restaurants and takeaway and microwave meals the last month Benny spent working on the kitchen.
What I wanted was to use my fabulous new stove and stare into my scarily expensive, new stainless-steel fridge until it started beeping (then close the door, open it, and stare into the cavernous space again).
But Benny wanted to celebrate at Giuseppe’s.
And Giuseppe’s was Giuseppe’s.
So who was I to say no?
Ben reached to the Champagne bottle and started to refill my glass, saying, “Glad we had a good week at the restaurant so I don’t have to take out a loan to pay our check tonight.”
Every week was a good week at Vinnie and Benny’s Pizzeria.
But I didn’t say that.
I said, “Most fortunate.”
He shoved the bottle back into the bucket, then shoved his hand into his inside jacket pocket, all this saying, “Also glad business is steady so I could pay for the new kitchen I know you love but still bitched about, and so I could get you this.”
That was when he set a diamond ring at the top of my place setting.
I stared at the cushion-cut diamond surrounded with little diamonds twinkling in the candlelight. A ring that was not small or understated. A ring that was about flash and impact.
A ring that was perfect for me.
Then my eyes shot to Benny, the man who was perfect for me.
His brows rose, but his eyes were locked to mine as his deep, easy voice asked, “Wanna spend the rest of your life with me?”
My breath stopped.
“Frankie?” he called.
I didn’t move or speak. I just sat frozen in my chair staring at my Benny Bianchi.
“Cara,” he whispered.
“Did you have to ask?” I whispered back, and his lips curved up.
“No.”
“Will you put the ring on me?”
That was when he gave me a full-on, beautiful Benny Bianchi smile.
“Yeah.”
I licked my lips and held out my hand.
Ben reached out and picked up the ring. He slid it on my finger and, swear to God, I felt an electric charge over every centimeter of skin as he glided it to the base.
When he was done, his fingers curled around the side of my hand with the pad of his thumb pressed to the diamond, but his eyes stayed on mine.
“You gonna down another glass of Champagne?” he asked.
“Absolutely.”
“You wanna do that after you kiss me?”
“Most definitely.”
We sat there, Ben holding my hand, his thumb pressed to the diamond he just laid on me, and neither of us moved. We just looked into each other eyes.
When this lasted awhile, Ben prompted, “You wanna do that before the waiter comes back, interrupts the most important moment in my life, and pisses me off?”
The most important moment in my life.
God.
Benny.
I moved, but Benny didn’t let go of my hand and he continued not to let it go, even as I rounded the table and he shoved his chair back.
We were in Giuseppe’s. This demanded decorum.
But I didn’t care.
I sat in his lap, slid the fingers of my free hand in his amazing hair, while he pressed the hand he held to his chest. Once situated as close as I could get to my man, I tipped my head and kissed my brand-new fiancé.
When I was done, Ben didn’t let me up. He cupped the back of my head, pressed my forehead to his, and kept hold of my eyes.
“Never loved another woman. Not in my life,” he said quietly, and my breath went funny. “Waited until I got it right,” he went on. His hand squeezed mine, he moved so the tip of his nose skimmed mine, and he finished, “I got it right.”
God.
Benny.
“Honey,” I whispered.
“Love you, Frankie,” he whispered back.
“Love you too, Benny.”
I watched his eyes smile, then this time, he kissed me.
When he was done, he pulled an inch away and declared, “Told Ma I was givin’ you Aunt Mary’s ring. Gotta be you who tells her you didn’t want it.”
I jerked back and snapped, “Benny!”
Then I was jerked forward, held tight in his arms, in his lap, and I listened just as I felt Benny Bianchi burst out laughing against the skin of my neck.
Oh well.
Whatever.
So Theresa would be mad at me about the ring.
She’d get over it.
* * * * *
I sat curled in the corner of Gina’s couch in her living room, Sal in his armchair beside me.
Benny was in the kitchen helping Gina get after-dinner coffees for everybody.
This was because he was awesome.
This was also because he was doing what I’d asked him to do before we went over to Sal and Gina’s for dinner.