Later in my room, I stretched my length on my luxurious mattress unable to sleep, going over once again in my mind the content of my call to Don. I hated having to deceive him, knowing that when I finally returned home, I would have to hurt him further.

Whatever Marc’s reasons for deceiving me to stay at the Villa, there had been a falling as far as the relationship between Don and me was concerned. I knew I could never marry him knowing that I was still in love with Marc.

I wished desperately that I had never come to Milan. I was in no doubt that I could...