Casagrande -

"Well?" Rosa asked, her dark eyes locking onto Leo. "What did the city man want?"

"Five million," Elena whispered. "Leo, that changes everything." Casagrande

"I think," Leo said, looking at his mother, "that we have a few more seasons left in us." Rosa Casagrande, the matriarch, moved with a practiced

Inside the massive kitchen, the air was thick with the scent of roasted green chilis, garlic, and fresh corn tortillas. Rosa Casagrande, the matriarch, moved with a practiced rhythm that defied her seventy-five years. She didn’t need to look at the ingredients; her hands knew the proportions by heart. The Casagrande family didn't do quiet

Dinner was loud. The Casagrande family didn't do quiet. Cousins argued over soccer scores, aunts gossiped about the town council, and children chased a scruffy terrier under the table. At the head of it all sat Rosa, watching her empire with a fierce, quiet pride.

A collective gasp went around the table. Elena put a hand to her mouth. To a family that lived season to season, it was an unimaginable fortune.