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Under the Tuscan Sun
Category: Romance
The morning light filtered through the curtains, painting the room in soft gold.
A knock at the door changed everything.
It was the kind of night when secrets refused to stay buried.
He stood at the edge of the cliff, looking down at the waves crashing below.
He had been waiting for her for what felt like an eternity.
The market was bustling with merchants, their voices a chorus of bargains and boasts.
She had not expected to see him again, not after all these years.
The garden had been her mother’s pride, and now it was hers.
The end.