I'm Dreaming of a Midsummer Christmas
Giovanna was writing. The envelope was already addressed. The Bennets didn't really 'do' Christmas presents per se, but Carmella was too Italian to forgo notes. Or lots of food, for that matter.


Dearest Mother,
I miss you. I hope you are enjoying the season. I appreciate all of your support throughout the year and especially your confidence in my ability to handle the whole diplomacy thing. I know you'll always be there for me, and I'm grateful.
I love you.

Giovanna


Dearest Father,

I miss you, but the only reason I think I can handle whatever challenges are coming is because of everything I've learned from you. You've never let me falter from my potential. I will do my best not to let you down. I love you.

Giovanna

She slipped them in the envelope and sealed it.