The Heavenly Italian Ice Cream Shop (2 page)

Tearful, Anna nodded.

The midwife spoke to her firmly. ‘Anna, it’s time for you to push.’

Isabella McAvoy-Bonomi was born at 4.30 a.m. After the necessary checks, the delivery room emptied out and Anna and Matteo had a moment alone with their new baby.

As Anna held her daughter in her arms, she felt a surge of love. When she’d met Matteo two years before, she’d thought that it wouldn’t be possible to care about anyone more than she did about him. But this little girl, her hands and feet curled and her cheeks pink, was so complete and perfect, ready to start her journey in the world, full of potential. Her blue eyes were open wide, as she looked towards her mother and father. She was theirs. If not for ever, then for a while, at least.

Then a new wave of emotion came, catching Anna completely off guard. The sense of responsibility felt overwhelming. Exhausted from the labour, she could barely think straight, let alone plan how to care for Bella. What if she messed it all up?

Matteo put his arm around Anna’s shoulder and kissed her cheek, seeming intuitively to sense what Anna was feeling.

‘We’ll always be there for her,’ he whispered to Anna.

‘Do you think we can do it?’ Anna said. ‘Be the parents she needs?’

‘Of course we can,’ he reassured her.

Anna brushed her tears away but more came. ‘I don’t know why I’m upset. I guess I didn’t expect to love her this much,’ she said. ‘Not right away.’ A smile made its way through the tears.

Matteo touched his daughter’s face gently. ‘She’s beautiful,’ Matteo said. ‘I’m so proud of you, Anna.’

Jan and Tom, Anna and Imogen’s parents, arrived, and Imogen and Finn returned with coffee, the family bringing a flurry of activity and chatter to the room. The quiet moment between Anna and Matteo was gone, but, when Anna looked over at him, talking animatedly with her mum and dad, the intimacy between the two of them, the feeling of a shared adventure they were embarking on, was still there.

‘You did it, love,’ Jan said, beaming. ‘I told you you could.’

She gave her elder daughter a gentle hug. ‘How are you feeling?’

‘OK,’ Anna said, her cheeks flushed. ‘Tired – but happy.’

‘Nothing can really prepare you, can it?’ Jan said. ‘When I had you, Anna . . . well, it might have been thirty years ago, but I can still remember every moment of it. Proudest day of our lives, wasn’t it, Tom?’

Anna’s father nodded.

‘Thanks, Mum,’ Imogen said, teasing.

‘Oh, it’s still quite nice the second time round,’ Jan said. ‘But there’s something special about the first.’

‘Anna was amazing,’ Matteo said, smiling at his girlfriend proudly and kissing her head.

Tom looked into the glass cot, his expression softening. ‘Our granddaughter . . .’ he said quietly. ‘She’s finally here – I can hardly believe it.’ He paused. ‘Is it just me . . .?’ he said.

‘No, Dad,’ Anna said, smiling. She knew exactly what her father was thinking. Bella’s mop of dark hair was jet-black, like her Italian father’s, but her eyes and mouth belonged very much to Anna’s side of the family.

‘Her eyes,’ Tom said, his voice soft.

‘She looks just like Granny V,’ Anna said. Her eyes met her dad’s.

She pictured her grandmother, her silver-grey hair pinned back, and her blue eyes bright, enhanced by a line of liquid eyeliner. She was smiling, dressed in a burgundy dress, a cream cardigan, and T-bar heels, her dachshund, Hepburn, by her side.

Anna felt a sharp pang of regret that Vivien couldn’t be there to share the moment, but, just as soon as it had come, it lifted – she was still there with them, in their thoughts and memories. Even now, Anna felt spurred on by her granny’s words of encouragement and pride. She always would.

Part One

Chapter 1

Monday, 8 February (fifteen months later)

Rain lashed against the windows of Anna and Matteo’s top-floor flat on Marine Parade, the bright lights of the Palace Pier shining blurrily through it. Bella was sitting between her parents in her high chair, chewing on a rusk, her dark hair curling around her temples and her cheeks still rosy from sleep. Hepburn, the black-and-tan dachshund who had once been Vivien’s dog, and now belonged to Anna’s family, darted around under Bella’s high chair, snatching up crumbs.

‘Cannoli,’ Matteo said, a dreamy look in his eye. ‘We should add cannoli to the winter menu at the shop. Sweet pastry with fresh cream. Perfect with coffee for days like these.’

‘OK, sounds good,’ Anna said.

Anna remembered the delicious pastries she’d shared with Matteo over breakfast in Florence, where they’d met on an ice-cream-making course, and fallen in love. It felt like a lifetime ago now. The landlady at their
pensione
had brought them out to the terrace – warm from the oven and irresistibly comforting. Now, since parenthood had taken over, if she and Matteo had a chance to grab a cup of tea before heading out to open the shop, it was a good day. The year had brought them together – when Anna saw Matteo singing to and laughing with their daughter, the love she felt for him was even deeper than before. And yet, also, with the fractured nights’ sleep, the pressures of juggling parenthood with running the ice cream shop, and the piles of laundry and washing-up that seemed to fill their home, the romance of those days when they first set eyes on each other seemed like something that belonged to a distant past, one that they wouldn’t be revisiting.

Bella flung the rusk down onto the floor and started banging her hands on the high chair, shouting gleefully.

‘We’d better get ready,’ said Anna. ‘We’ve only got twenty minutes.’

She lifted Bella out of her chair and tried to persuade her fidgeting feet into a pair of shoes.

‘I’ll call Carolina and get the recipe,’ Matteo said, getting his phone.

‘What recipe?’ Anna said, distracted by the Velcro on Bella’s shoes.

‘The cannoli,’ Matteo reminded her.

‘Oh, yes. Right. Good idea,’ Anna said.

Matteo’s sister-in-law, Carolina, kept the book of Bonomi family recipes with her at home in Siena. ‘How is Caro, by the way?’

‘Good,’ Matteo said. ‘She and Filippo have just had a swimming pool installed, Mum said. Apparently, sales at Filippo’s company have been the highest ever this year.’

‘Wow!’ Anna said. ‘Impressive.’

Anna’s gaze drifted to the framed photo of Matteo’s family on their kitchen wall. All of the family, bar Matteo, lived in Siena, where their family business, a large ice cream shop, was located. Long-established, it drew customers from all over the country.

Carolina, a chic Italian woman in her mid-thirties with waist-length black hair, was standing next to her brother, with their parents – Elisa and Giacomo – just behind. Carolina and Matteo were close, just a couple of years apart, and had spent a lot of time together when they were growing up in Italy. They were both tall, with the same dark brows and deep-set eyes. Elisa was a little shorter than her children, her hair dyed a deep red-brown and her face heavily made up. Anna had tried so hard to get on with her demanding mother-in-law – she really had. But she’d gradually accepted that their relationship would be healthiest if kept to small doses.

Matteo’s father, Giacomo, was tall and grey-haired, a hardworking man who generally kept quiet while the rest of the family chatted animatedly over the latest drama.

Next to Carolina was her husband Filippo, a self-made millionaire in the olive-oil business, a charismatic man who tended to dominate the room. Carolina seemed to hold her own in the marriage, but Anna had wondered recently if her confidence had dipped since she gave up her job to concentrate on running the household.

‘At least someone’s going to be able to keep our parents in their old age,’ Matteo said, with a wry smile. ‘We’ve got a minute, right?’ he said, scrolling down on his phone.

‘Not really—’ Anna started.

‘Caro!’ He began chatting in rapid-fire Italian.

Anna raised an eyebrow and pointed at the clock.

‘One minute,’ he mouthed back.

Anna looked at Bella – her face still covered in biscuit crumbs, one shoe on. She needed to be dropped at Imogen’s before they opened the shop, and time was rushing by.

‘
Sí, sí
. . .’ Matteo said, cheerfully, going through into the living room to talk to his sister.

Anna was tempted to insist that they go, but stopped herself. She got to talk to her family almost every day – while Matteo’s were in another country. His moments catching up with them were precious, and she and Bella could go ahead of him if need be.

‘Now, Bella,’ Anna said, half to herself, looking around the room. ‘If we ever make it out, we’ll need your coat. It’s tipping it down out there.’

‘There!’ Bella said, pointing to the back of the door.

Anna smiled in surprise at the reply.

There it was, Bella’s tiny yellow anorak hung just where it should be, on the coat hook. At least one person in the family was on top of things.

Vivien’s winter specials:

Warm waffles with praline and whipped cream

Spanish churros with thick hot chocolate

A selection of crêpes with indulgent ice cream

‘Two chocolate-ice-cream-and-hazelnut crêpes,’ Matteo told Anna as he passed the freshly made dishes to her that afternoon. ‘Extra hot chocolate sauce.’ Anna carried the laden plates across the ice cream shop to the waiting customers.

‘Fantastic!’ A young woman and her friend took the crêpes gratefully. ‘Just what we need on a day like this.’

Brighton was still wet and blustery, but Vivien’s Heavenly Ice Cream Shop, under the arches, was a haven, sheltered from the chill south-coast wind and rain. The pale-pink-and-pistachio interior, large mirrors and retro 1950s bar stools and booths had all been put in by Imogen and Anna when they’d first started the shop, giving it a vibrant, vintage look. In the summer months, the pistachio-and-chrome counter had customers crowded around it.

The past year, as autumn came and the nights drew in, Anna and Matteo had decided to make a few seasonal changes. Anna had warmed up the interior of the shop, hanging hand-sewn drapes at the window and putting fairy lights along the walls, scattering cushions in the booths and lining the bookshelves with paperbacks and board games. Locals had continued to come during the usually quiet winter months, and the changes had attracted new customers to the family-run shop. In her three years of running the shop, first with her sister and now with Matteo, Anna had learned that she could never stand still. Innovating and adapting – adding new recipes to the classic ones on their menu – was what kept the café full, and meant people were always talking about it.

Anna glanced back towards the counter, watching Matteo get plates ready, taking his time over the presentation, frowning slightly in concentration as he swirled on the chocolate fudge sauce. When Matteo had arrived in England, insisting that he was still thinking of her after their time together in Florence, and that he was willing to move to England to be with her, Anna knew she was taking a risk. But it had paid off. As much as she loved Imogen, working together in the early days, after they’d inherited their grandmother’s rundown shop, had pushed their relationship to breaking point – they’d navigated past near-bankruptcy and bad reviews, finally emerging with a strong business, but both slightly frayed.

Imogen’s ambitions had always been elsewhere – and when she left to go travelling with her boyfriend Finn, committed to building up her portfolio of nature photos, it had seemed a natural progression, and in some ways a relief for them both, when Anna took the lead. Now Anna and Matteo – with their shared passion for creating gelato and sorbets with the most enticing textures and indulgent flavours – ran the shop together, and, aside from the occasional good-natured complaint about the weather, Matteo seemed happy with all aspects of his new home.

With a brief burst of cold air, Imogen entered the shop. ‘Hey, sis,’ she called out cheerily. Her light-brown hair was swept up in a turquoise hat, a few strands escaping. Even in her duffel coat there was an air of summer about her, her skin tanned and freckles bridging her nose. Bella was toddling along by her side, wearing a red bobble hat and mittens.

‘Two of my favourite people,’ Anna said, smiling, lighting up.

‘Mamma!’ Bella called out. Anna brought her daughter up into her arms and hugged her tight, kissing her cool cheek. ‘Hey Bella. Have you been good for your Auntie Imogen?’

Bella opened her clenched fist and showed her mother the pink and grey swirled shells clutched inside.

‘We were doing a little beachcombing,’ Imogen explained. She took a seat on a bar stool at the shop counter. ‘Walked up to the pier and back, and found these down on the shore.’

‘They’re beautiful,’ Anna said, admiring them. ‘We’ll put them up in the bathroom so you can look at them when you’re splashing around.’

Bella looked at her and nodded as if she understood. ‘Papà!’ Bella shouted, before running off in the direction of the kitchen in search of Matteo.

‘She’s the only person I know who’s got as much energy as you,’ Anna said to her sister. ‘Thanks for taking her out this morning.’

‘No worries.’ Imogen took a seat at the counter. ‘Mum’s going to pop by in a minute to take over. Mine’s a waffle, with plenty of whipped cream, by the way.’ There was a glint in her eye. ‘Good childcare doesn’t come cheap, you know, Anna.’

‘I guess you have earned it.’

Anna went through to the kitchen, where Matteo was holding Bella up in the air, blowing a raspberry on her tummy. ‘Could you manage a waffle with cream for Imogen?’

‘Sure,’ he said, putting his daughter down.

‘Thanks.’

‘Hey,’ he said, as she turned to leave. He pulled her in towards him gently, and kissed her. She took in the sweet cinnamon smell of him, and the freshly cooked crêpes, the two aromas merging.

‘We should do this more often,’ she said softly. She pulled away reluctantly.

‘We should,’ Matteo said. ‘I miss it. If it wasn’t for the customers—’

‘Mamma!’ Bella tugged at her legs.

‘Bella . . .’ Anna said, scooping her daughter up into her arms.