Joe's POV
I am sitting on my private plane. We are curently flying somewhere over Europe and my stomach is starting to feel sick. The last time I saw my sister Monica and grandma it was 3 years ago and i didn't end well.
I rubbed my eyes stil tired from all the work. I run a chain of very sucessfull italian restaurants in New York and I don't have much time for relaxation or anything else.
The door opened and in came stevardess. "Glass of our finest vine Mr. Bastianich?" young blond long legged girl asked with a grin on her face. I declined the vine and her pathetic way of trying to get me into bed.
I'm 40 years old but my slim athletic body is still looking great. And the armani suit does its job too. But she is not even close of what I am looking for.
Dear passangers please be seated we are about to land in beautifull Italy. We wish you a pleasant vacation.
I rolled my eyes at her annoying voice and crossed my legs sitting down.
***
Patty's POV
I walk in to the kitchen to bake something sweet.
"You are? My, my, can't wait to see you."
I heard Nanna talking to someone. She semed really excited must be someone she cares about a lot because I haven't seen her that happy since I met her.My lips curved in a smile. "Good news?" I tryed to be noisy but didn't want to ask directly.
"Great news. My grandson is coming to visit us." She stated and her eyes suddenly get sad. "After what happened last time I tought I will never see him again." She paused for a breif moment then continued. "He's such a nice, good looking man, a chef... At least he was nice until he moved to America." She joked. "I have to bake his favourite pastry. Will you help me?"
I nodded and we went to her kitchen to bake Sfogliatelle or lobster. Pastry with ricotta and orange. I never made one but I wasn't scared because I know Nonna is the master at doing it.
I wanted to ask more about this grandson that I didn't know existed till now but Monica runned into the kitchen overhearing us. "Is it real? When is he comming?"
Nonna srcatched the back of her head. "He didn't really say when."
The doorbell rang and she jumped from excitement."Is it him already."
I decided I shall open the door. As I was walking toward the entrance I heard a man's voice. He was speaking in english and by the sond of his voice I imagined how he would look like.
He was not tall and not small, not fat and not too thin actually his body looked like he works out 3 hours a day. His bald hair was covered in a fancy hat and I couldn't really see his eyes due to him wearing sunglasses.
He said goodbye just as I opened the door to greet him. He was wearing white buttoned down shirt that must have cost a fortune. "Ciao Mr. Bastianich my name is..." I wanted to introduce myself but I was rudely cut off with his hand pushing me to the side.
"Well that was rude." I whispered to myself and he suddenly turned around like he heard me. "Did you say something?" He questioned but didn't wait for my reply. "Fetch me my suitcase will you." He ordered and my rebelious side kicked out. "Fetch your own damn suitcase I'm not yout dog!" I said laudly and pointed to him with my finger.
I didn't care if he was Monica's brother, hell I didn't care he was the freaking president he will not speak to me like that. "Both Monica and Nanna hide their smile with their hands feeling amused.
"Joe apologize to her she is not a maid here. She is helping me around the house." Nanna tryed to explain.
Joe laughed. "People like that are called maid's Nanna." He said and kissed his grandma.
Monica rolled her eyes and muttered I'm sorry before hugging his brother and leading him to the kitchen.
Joe sat down on the sofa and crossed his legs. I was observing him from the entrance. He had bald haircut and nicely trimmed beard. He looked older but his pressence was so strong you wanted to be by his side. I wondered how old was he.
Nanna and Monica joined him so I excused myself and went to my room. I was wondering why nobody mentioned him before.
***
I woke up at 7 o'clock like every morning and went downstairs to make brekfast. As I was walking downstairs I smelt something delicious.
"Oh you're awake." Monica greeted and told me to sit down next to her. I furrowed my eyebrows and she explained. "Joe is making us brekfast today."
I remembered Nanna saying he was some sort of chef. I just nodded in response and took out my phone to check my facebook account.
The doot opened and here came Nanna with her grandson right behind her. They were carrying omelette. It smelled amazing I bet it will taste great as well.
Nanna greet us and gave each a plate. Joe just put the dish on the table in silence. Nanna gave him 'the look' and he exhaled. "Good morning everybody." He said and rolled his eyes like a teenager.
I tryed to hide my smile but couldn't. It was just too funny how Nanna could make a rude grown ass man to be polite.We ate pretty much in silence until Joe broke the silence. "So how's thing going around here?"
"Same old, nothing has changed since you left few years ago. You should have at least called you know." Monica said looking at food on her plate.
"Are we really gonna talk about this in front of her?" He spat looking at me.
"Joe behave!" Nanna warned and looked at him with his hands on her hips.
"It's okay I still have work to to outside. I stood up and excused myself from table. I will not listen to people treating me like shit, not anymore.
As I was walking towards the exsit I heard Nanna defending me. "What has happened to you in New York. Do you not remember how I raised you Joe? This girl is nice and she has been helping me aroun the house, am not getting any younger. Plus you don't know her story so just try to be nice."
Joe's face softened. "I have been helpfull too. And I'm sorry you are right."
Monica interfered. "Sending money doesen't equal help that we need brother. And its her you should be apologizing at." She got upset and stood up.
***
I was currently in the garden trimming roses when Nanna came looking for me. "Here you are."
I gave her a small smile and asked her if she is okay. She nodded and ask me to acompany her for a walk though the beautifull garden.
"Don't take my grandson to seriously. He's life was pretty hard. Just like your mother his mother didn't care for him I pretty much raized him and Monica. They were raized to be humble and nice to all people but since Joe has moved to New York he has changed." She said and we sat down on a bench.
"Don't worry Nanna. Persuing your dreams can be long and exousting proces. I can see deep down he is a god man." I tryed to calm her not really believing my own words.
Thanks for reading hope you like it. If these is any wrong grammar fell free to correct me. I also like if you have any ideas for the story. 💙

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