Chapter 27

• The night fell gently over the Mancuso family Villa in Tuscany as Michele and I returned from our stroll around the island. Soft lights around the property created a welcoming atmosphere, but a silent tension hung between us.
• The car stopped in front of the imposing entrance, and Michele, ever the gentleman, opened the door for me. He offered a warm smile, and I reciprocated, thanking him for the outing. “I hope you enjoyed the day, Catarina.”
• I nodded. “It was lovely, Michele. The island is truly enchanting.”