That's what everyone keeps saying. But how is it possible for a hunk of meat that's been simmering in ancient spaghetti sauce for thirty-three years to know anything, never mind who Lena Tortellani is supposed to marry?
She won't do it. They can't make her do it. No matter how good that gravy smells or how powerful the matchmaker is, this witch is not eating that meatball.
But when someone steals the mate-ball to Lena's meatball, the lid is blown off a pot of family secrets kept hidden for some fifty years. And the only way to save the people she loves most is for Lena to eat the magic meatball or risk losing her family forever.