LOGINOn our seventh anniversary, Don Leonardo Luciano gave me an eight-carat pigeon's-blood ruby ring. He told me it was a family heirloom, passed from one Donna to the next. "Camilla, I can't give you a wedding yet, but in my heart, you're already my wife." My eyes filled with tears as I slipped it onto my finger. Then I asked my best friend, Nora Bennett, to examine it after her shift at the auction house. She held it under a lamp and slowly turned the stone. A ring of crimson light appeared inside it. "This isn't a natural ruby." "How is that possible? Leonardo gave it to me. It's a family heirloom." Nora frowned. "Really? I heard every piece of Luciano family jewelry bears a gold lion crest. Does yours have one?" I took off the ring and checked. Nothing. Just then, a new story from Victoria Moretti popped up on my feed. She was the daughter of another powerful mafia family. The photo showed her aboard Leonardo's private yacht. And on her finger was a ring identical to mine. A man stood beside her, his face hidden from view. But I recognized the watch on his wrist. I'd given it to Leonardo. Then I saw the caption. "After all this time, you finally put the family ring on my finger."
View MoreHis gaze fell to the badge on my chest. Lead Restorer. He stared at the words for a long moment. Then a faint smile appeared. "You did it.""Yes." I nodded.He looked at me, his expression hard to read.A colleague came over to invite me to the celebration dinner that night. I smiled and agreed.When she left, I turned back to Leonardo.His brows were drawn together. He clearly wasn't used to standing there and waiting for someone else's attention.For seven years, that had been my role."Can we talk?"I checked the time."I have ten minutes."His brows tightened for a moment before he forced himself to relax. "That's enough."We walked to the far end of the gallery. The walls were covered with photos of the restoration. One showed me working high on the scaffolding.Leonardo stopped in front of it and stared at it. "You had a photo like this before."I looked at him in surprise. "You remember that?"He turned to me. His eyes were red. "I remember everything about you."I said nothing.
Six months after I arrived in Florence, my skills had steadily returned. I was finally trusted to restore a small section of the fresco on my own.A year later, my name appeared on the first page of the project report.In the second year, Matteo put me in charge of a large section at the heart of the restoration."It's yours."I held the thick file, hardly able to believe him. "You want me to lead it?"He removed his glasses and looked at me calmly. "Who else?"I stared at the proposal in my hands, unable to hide my smile.He put his glasses back on, his eyes warm. "Nine years ago, I told you you'd lead your own project someday. It took a little longer than we expected, that's all."My eyes stung. I quickly lowered my head and pretended to sort through the papers, hiding the tears in my eyes.Little by little, the work filled the emptiness those seven lost years had left behind.That evening, I stood alone at the top of the scaffolding.The bells of Florence rang in the distance.My co
During my first month in Florence, I was almost always the last person to leave the restoration studio.Seven years away from major fresco projects had left me rusty. Even my hands weren't as steady as before.The first time I tried a cleaning test, I held the swab near the stained wall and froze. I couldn't bring myself to touch it.Matteo stood quietly beside me. He didn't rush me. "Afraid?"I pressed my lips together and nodded. "A little.""Then go slower. Steady yourself. There's no hurry."I used to think a seven-year gap had destroyed my career.But once I returned to the workbench, I realized something. My skills weren't gone. Neither was my passion. I was just rusty.And rust could be polished away, one day at a time.Meanwhile, shortly after the engagement ceremony, Leonardo had his doctor examine Victoria.The result came back quickly.She wasn't pregnant. The report was fake.When Leonardo confronted her with the results, his face was cold.Victoria didn't seem worried. "If
Leonardo's hand froze in midair. His expression finally changed.He turned to the manager, his face dark. "Where is her passport?"The manager kept his head down and avoided his gaze."I don't know. We haven't touched anything in the apartment."Panic finally set in.Leonardo pulled out his phone and called his men."Check every way out of the city. Airports, train stations, private flights. Find out where Camilla went."His men moved at once.Half an hour later, they had an answer.Leonardo stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, his fingers running along the frame without him realizing it.When the report came over the phone, his hand curled into a fist."Ms. Camilla left the country yesterday while you were at the engagement ceremony.""Where did she go?" His voice was hoarse.The man on the line hesitated. "Florence."Leonardo froze.Florence. How could he have forgotten?Years ago, I'd often curled up beside him and looked through photos of the restoration project.My eyes would lig












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