When they arrived back at Otto's grandparent's, they walked in to see Mr. and Mrs. Belvidere dancing to "Objection" by Shakira.
"Oh my, God." Otto stared at his grandparents dancing.
"Ah, you're home. This Shakira is totally colpire! Ha haa!" Mrs. Belvidere stopped dancing and turned off the CD. "So, how was your time?"
"It was great. Sunny even read a poem at the Rivoire café." Otto told his grandparents everything they had did that day, except for the kissing. "Hey, wasn't that dinner supposed to be tonight?"
Mrs. Belvidere nodded. "Si, but they rescheduled it for tomorrow night, which is a good thing; I need to teach you two the saltarello. It's an ancient dance that we Italians still dance today. We certainly know how to party, and party it will be domani la notte. So, come here, oh, and take off your shoes. You can saltarello very well to this Shakira."
Over the night, Mrs. Belvidere taught Otto and Sunny how to saltarello. They kept tripping, but eventually got better at it.
"Well, tomorrow night is the night. We will all dance! Our family dinners are so exciting. Well, good night you two." Mrs. Belvidere kissed them both on the cheek and went back to her room with Mr. Belvidere.
"Man, that was so fun! You're grandmother is really cool. I can't wait for tomorrow night." Sunny walked over to the small boom box and turned on Shakira. She lowered the volume and walked over to Otto and put on her thickest Italian accent. "You are looking quite handsome tonight, boy. Why don't you come dance with me?" She pointed her index finger at him, then motioned it for him to come to her.
"Why, yes, I'd love to dance with a gorgeous la donna like you, bello." He grasped her hand and they danced for another hour.
Otto turned off the CD. "I'm beat. I need some il sonno after today."
"Me too, me too." Sunny walked up a couple of steps up the stairs.
"Where do you think you're going? You can't just leave with out a buona notte il bacio." Otto smiled deviously.
Sunny walked back down the stairs, and encircled her arms around his neck. "Good night." She leant up and kissed him, then when she was backing away, he wrapped his arms back around her.
"Sunny, do you think we'll be together forever?" Otto looked at her with attentive eyes.
She sighed and smiled listlessly. "I hope so." She stole one more kiss, then walked back upstairs for bed.
Otto watched her walk up the stairs, then he went to bed himself.

That night, Otto woke up at two in the morning, having a hellish nightmare. He had awoken after dreaming he was back in Ocean Shores, and was surfing with Sunny. All of a sudden, Sunny wiped out, and didn't come back up from the water. When he went under to rescue her, she was no where to be found. He promptly sat up in bed, cold sweat running down his face. His heart racing, he ran up the stairs to Sunny, not caring if his grandparents heard him or not.
He swung open the door with such force, it made a loud thump, making Sunny's eyes pop open and sit up. "What? What? What's going on? Where's the fire?" She looked at Otto, stupefied. He ran over to her, picking her up out of bed, and hugging her. "Oh my, God, I had the worst dream," he said shakily. "I dreamed we were surfing and you went under and didn't come back up. Oh my, God." He down far enough so she could stand.
Sunny wrapped her arms around him and tried to comfort him. "It's okay, I'm here. It was only a nightmare." She kissed his cheek lightly and embraced him. They both sat down on the bed.
"Oh man, I've never been that shook over a dream before." Otto still felt a little flustered and scared. "I guess you think I'm stupid, huh? Running up here, like some little kid running to his mommy."
"No, no, I don't. I would have done the same thing. I'm glad you did; it shows how much you really care about me. Not many guys would have done that." She smiled up to him.
He shrugged and could feel himself blushing, and was glad it was night so she couldn't see him. "Thanks."
"Now go to sleep. You need to so you will be awake tomorrow at the party. Night." She kissed him softly and he went back downstairs. He fell asleep, but slept uneasy the rest of the night.
"Otto! Wake up! It's two-fifteen in the afternoon! You gotta get ready for the festa, it starts in less than a few hours!" Mrs. Belvidere shook him awake. He saw her in a blur, and then she disappeared from the room in a rush.
He sat up, yawned, and stretched his arms upward towards the ceiling. Forcing himself out of bed, he headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
"All right, you i bambinis ready to go to the party? You remember how to do the saltarello?" Mrs. Belvidere kept on asking questions until they arrived at Otto's Aunt Fabiana's.
Sunny could already hear the loud Italian music playing from outside. She began to walk behind Mister and Misses Belvidere, when Otto grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
"I want to warn you. This side of my family does drink, but only because it's custom when you party, in Italy. So don't take them the wrong way, okay?"
Sunny nodded and held his hand, walking inside. As they walked in, Otto's family screamed, "Sorpresa!" (NOTE: Sorpresa - Surprise) Then, they began to sing "Il Compleanno felice." (Happy Birthday)
"Oh, my God!" Otto was ecstatic. He couldn't believe they were throwing a surprise party for him. "I never even suspected!"