“It is eerie and uncanny how Luca has the ability to read my mind. “Will you go back now to London, Violetta?” he asks, his black brows lifting, his expression concerned. “ Italia has not been good to you. Maybe… — Lauren Henderson Copy Share Image
“I think he’s read my mind, because after a brief pause, he asks, “You have a nice time at the party?” There’s only one answer to this. “Lovely,” I say, and I actually toss my head as if I were… — Lauren Henderson Copy Share Image
