Catherine's POVTwo Months LaterThe Florentine sun healed my wounds.In the fields of Tuscany, I found myself again.I painted, I read, I studied the classics.No calls from Luciano. No news of Maya. No shadow of the New York mafia.Just me, and pure art.I designed a dozen new gowns, inspired by the Renaissance masters.Elegant, pure, with an untouchable grace.This was my new life.The day I returned to New York, the autumn air was crisp. The airport was bustling, but my heart was calm.My father was there to pick me up."You look good," he smiled. "My daughter is alive again.""I am," I smiled back. "I'm ready to start my new life."The car drove toward home.New York was still New York. But I was no longer the same Catherine.My story traveled faster than I did. It became a whisper among the elite: the Don's fiancée who walked away from the throne and chose herself.Someone was waiting for me at the front gate. A familiar figure.Maya.She had lost a lot of weight. Her face was pa
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