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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
The stars that night seemed closer than they had any right to be.
She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes.
The letter was still on the table, unopened, as it had been for three days.
A cold wind swept across the plain, carrying with it the scent of distant rain.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
A knock at the door changed everything.
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The end.