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left and right on ridiculous things. Tony and I keep the rest of the family grounded to what the Fasano name is all about. Great, authentic cuisine that families can afford.”
    I nodded and looked around the room. Everyone seemed so happy. Genuine, smiles adorned every face. The family seemed comfortable and at peace with each other. Not something I’d ever experienced within my own family since my mother up and left us. Dad did his best but lacked the finesse of raising daughters a mother would have had.
    “So, all of you work together at the company?”
    “Yes, in different ways. No task is too small. For example, we have the kids stuffing envelopes sending out birthday announcements, coupons, etc. The siblings all have a role. Giavanna runs the daycare and afterschool program inside the building. I’m in Finance, Isabella runs Human Resources, and Angelina runs Marketing. Even Ma has an office, but she spends most of her time in the kitchen coming up with the recipes and planning out the menus. Tony, as you know, runs the company. Even Hector works as our lawyer. He’s been around so long it’s like he’s another brother.”
    “I’ll bet. He’s a really great guy.” Just as I was about to put out some subtle feelers on the relationship between the two, a hand on my shoulder stopped me. I turned around and was greeted by the grinning face of the most stunning woman I’d ever seen. Her hair was thick, and fell in long dark ebony waves down to her ass. Her eyes were the exact same steely blue of Tony’s. Bow shaped lips tinged with pink, and a dress that flowed around her like a vortex of oranges, reds and yellows.
    “I’ve been dying to meet you, Mia!” The woman leaned down and hugged me tight. “I’m Angelina or ‘Angie’ for short. The stud behind me is my husband Rocko.” If there was ever the quintessential Italian man, it was Rocko. He looked exactly like a young Sylvester Stallone. Honestly, it was uncanny the resemblance. And the name, so close to Rocky? Wild. I shook my head and held out my hand.
    I opened and closed my eyes a few times to clear my vision. Nope, still the same look-alike. “You look exactly like…”
    “Sylvester Stallone?” He waggled his eye brows, took my hand and pulled me into a rib squeezing hug that stole my breath.
    Two pairs of hands pulled me back from Rocko’s hold. “Easy with my girl there, brother,” Tony responded protectively. I could practically feel the tension pumping off Hector as he watched the exchange.
    “It’s amazing how much you look like him. A doppelganger for sure!” I couldn’t get over it.
    He tipped his head back and laughed. “I get it all the time. Plus, I box with your man. It’s how I met Angie. I trained him back in the day. We’re phasing out of the league and spending more time in the gym training the next line of pro boxers. Well,”—he slapped a hand on Tony’s bicep—“I’m in the gym training the newbies more so than Mr. Businessman here. Can’t complain though. He keeps the family fed.”
    “Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Rocky Balboa. Go back to your seat will ya?” Tony said, his Italian Chicagoan accent more pronounced when he was kidding around.
    Angelina gripped my hand. “Let’s get together this week! Tomorrow maybe, for shopping? We have to get a dress for the release of the new Fasano’s Frozen Food line next week. We’re hosting a big party the day before with all the movers and shakers of the food industry. It’s our biggest achievement yet!” she squealed.
    “Tony has to be in the office, but I planned on taking Mia shopping for a dress. You can come along tomorrow. She needs a new wardrobe while she’s here. It would be great to have a second opinion,” Hector offered.
    “Shopping with Hector is the best.” Angelina’s voice rose with her excitement. She couldn’t have been more than a couple years older than Tony and the tallest of all the women. We both stood at the same height. I also hadn’t