"Don Ricci, look. Isn't that your obsessed little admirer?"At the familiar name, I instinctively turned toward the voice. The moment I saw the man standing there, I froze. Elio Ricci.My ex-boyfriend. The man I'd loved for five years. The same man who, at our engagement party, had taken the ring meant to name me the future Donna of the Ricci family and slipped it onto his widowed sister-in-law's finger instead. In the four years since I'd left, Elio hadn't sent me a single message. He hadn't even bothered to ask where I'd gone. And apparently, nothing had changed.Marianne Fabbri, his brother's widow, was still at his side, surrounded by the same pack of loyal lackeys who had always hung on Elio's every word. Elio himself stood in the most conspicuous spot by the harbor, holding up a sign that read, "Mrs. Costa."So, this was the man Renato had sent to pick me up. I collected myself and walked toward them.The instant Elio's eyes met mine, something flickered across
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