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Chapter Twelve : Stolen Wine
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The Priest's Forbidden Love Chapter Twelve : Stolen Wine
Count yourself lucky.She turned the words over the way you turn something over when you are looking for the angle at which it stops being insulting.She did not find the angle. Her sister had gone, but those words still left bitter trails.She sat up slowly and looked at herself in the gilded mirror across the room. Her eyes were still swollen. Her hair had come partially loose from the arrangement the maid had spent forty minutes constructing that morning in Terranova, which felt like something that had happened in a different life to a different girl. The dress they had packed for her , the blue one, the good one, the one Angela had chosen and laid out and packed without asking, was spread across the chair in the corner where she had dropped it on arrival, still in its wrapping, still waiting.She looked at it, then she looked back at the mirror and thought about Leonardo CavalcantiShe had never met him. That much was true and remained true regardless of what her mother said abo
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The Cavalcanti house was everything Maria had said it was.Grand was not quite the right word for it , grand suggested something that was trying to impress, and the Cavalcanti home had moved so far past trying that the effort was no longer visible. It simply was what it was, in the complete, unhurried way of things that had been significant for so long they had forgotten what it felt like to need anyone's approval. The ceilings were high. The floors were the marble Maria had described, pale and veined and cool underfoot, reflecting the light from windows that were taller than most doors Seraphina had ever walked through. Fresh flowers everywhere, arranged by someone who understood that the point of flowers in a house like this was not to decorate but to demonstrate , to show that the family could afford beauty that would wither and be replaced without a second thought.The entrance hall alone was larger than the entire ground floor of the house on Via Margherita.Seraphina walked t
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The countryside had opened up completely by the third hour.The narrow streets of Terranova were long behind them now, replaced by wide flat land stretching in every direction under a sky that had finally decided what it wanted to be, pale gold, thin clouds moving slowly from west to east, the kind of morning that looked peaceful from inside a carriage and felt peaceful if you had nothing pressing on your chest.Seraphina had something pressing on her chest.She sat with her hands in her lap and her eyes on the floor and the three words her mother had spoken sitting inside her ribcage where her breath was supposed to be.It is your wedding.Her wedding.Her wedding that her mother had packed four trunks for. Her wedding that her father had arranged with a family whose name she had heard perhaps twice in her life. Her wedding that Maria, who could not keep a delightful secret for longer than ninety minutes in a moving carriage, had been sitting on for God knew how long with the barely
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