Vessa's moms had invited Kat's family over for dinner.
And so Katarina was walking alongside her own moms with a bottle of wine in her arms because Seris said showing up empty-handed to a dinner invitation was "the kind of thing that starts wars, piccola."
Camille opened the door before they even knocked.
"There she is! There's my future daughter-in-law!"
Camille Talori was what happened when God looked at Seris and said "what if she was shorter and her tits were bigger?"
She barely came up to Katarina's chin, and her chest was so aggressively large that Katarina had spent years training herself not to stare. Today she was wearing a wrap top that was fighting a futile war. Camille grabbed Katarina by the face with both hands, kissed both her cheeks, then pulled her into a hug that buried Kat's face directly into her cleavage.
[Oh wow. That's nice.]
"Camille, let her breathe," Greta called from inside.
"She's fine! She likes it!"
[I do like it. That's part of the problem.]
