guided the workers through the process of installing plumbing and putting up new walls in my parents’ house. He somehow found time to let me cry on his shoulder as I mourned the loss of my bedroom. Oh, if only he could do something about the onslaught of work I’d received from Sophia, who had slipped into full-out wedding-planning gear. Sadly, D.J. could do nothing about that. On Christmas morning, I stood in the empty shell of a room that would become Rosa and Laz’s suite. I had to admit, the place was going to be fabulous. And how fun that they didn’t know about the extra space. There was some satisfaction in knowing we were putting one over on them. I could almost see the look on my aunt’s face when she laid eyes on the room for the first time. Add to that the fact that Laz had commissioned Mama to buy a new king-size bed to put in the room, and she would be in hog heaven. Not that I had time to really give this much thought today.
