CHAPTER 88

SOPHIA'S POV

Three months later.

The Tuscan sun washed over the rolling golden hills of Val d'Orcia, turning the wide olive groves and old stone vineyards into a beautiful picture of green and gold. The air was warm and sweet, filled with the smell of blooming jasmine, cypress trees, and fresh mountain wind.

Our private villa in Tuscany, the very place where our journey had almost ended years before, had been fully brought back to its full beauty. The heavy stone walls were warm under the sun, the wide clay terraces were covered in bright flowers, and the grand swimming pool sparkled turquoise under the clear blue sky....