wing day, casting long golden rays across the marble floor. She sat upright
sugar, and freshly squeezed orange juice - everything a woman could
ansion. The walls were too quiet. The opulenc
lite silences with Isabella, and the insufferable passive-aggressive c
questions. Instead, she brought the meal in on a si
ffle, chewed slowly, and
she thought. Th
rs, then slipped her feet into sandals. She needed a distraction. Anything to get her mind off Lore
" she murmure
ear the breakfast tray, looked u
Just thinking out loud. I
a'am. Should
you. I ca
footsteps in the distance, the occasional murmur of a conversation, the soft hum of vacuuming behin
pace. The heavy wooden doors were slight
of them
edge of a dagger hidden behind a velvet g
er. It wasn't the clipped businessman tone she had grown
er elbow brushed a small decorative table by the wall. A porc
throat. Within seconds, t
stine and his expression hard. He spott
been standing there
I just got here. I swear
or a moment, as if
nzo warned her. "You might not like what you hea
pond, a voice came f
it, Lo
enzo replied ov
aid Salvatore. "
vy, his face unreadable.
, leaned in to kiss her on the che
," he wh
alked down the corridor, h
st and majestic, lined with dark oak shelves that stretched up toward the high c
ore a dark green sweater, corduroy slacks, and brown loafers. H
the cushion next to h
rossed the room slowl
observed. "Tell me, how are y
ing," Ivy
to read, even for those of us who raised him. But I see
t smile. "Thank yo
said, "Tell me about yourself, Ivy. The
to keep us afloat. Eventually, she married the first man who showed a real interest in her. He
sharpened, but
, but several times. And my mother... she chose to pretend
eft. At sixteen. I did what I had t
moment. Then Salvatore
father came from nothing. Dirt-poor in an unforgiving part of Naples. H
"What you see now is a product of grit, resilienc
unsure of wher
s. My late wife's collection. I meant it when I said I would pass
Lorenzo hasn't... we haven't b
ntly. "Seduce him. Remind him you're not just som
ed at him
what tempts us. Lorenzo thinks he's immune, but no man
slowly. "You make i
d you, my dear, are already a playe
able and rang it. Within seconds, a
slowly. "Think about what I said. There
allowed the nurse to wh
ilence for a
e Lor
elt
erything else
reclaim a fraction of her dignity, then maybe - just may
It was time for her to stop being a s
n," she whispered a
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