hotel's grand staircase and its ivy-draped courtyard. It was a quaint, cozy space - all warm lighting and inti
full glass of wine sat beside her, the deep red glinting in the candlelight. She wasn't hungry. Not reall
lted into lavender. Somewhere in the distance, a m
en come bac
online rumors, and her own crumbling confidence, i
here? What was
s to her lips, her thoughts looping back to
d her table - not until he bumped into
ying himself as her wine glass w
d up - an
hestnut hair that curled slightly at the edges, olive-toned skin, and eyes so green they almost looked unreal under the amber lig
she said quickly, s
er with mild amusement, then s
an, do you?" he asked wit
an... just enough to find th
eyes dancing.
or work," she corrected,
m her without asking. "What kind of work makes a beau
, caught off-guard. "Y
plained everything. "We don't do shy. Ferrari Delu
errari? Li
plied, eyes glinting. "Fast,
ed. "Cele
let go. "Hmm... Celeste," he said, testing the name
a brow. "
your name sounds like a brand of herbal tea. Or
u've got su
nly. "I shall c
urst out laughing. "Twinkle?!
r like your eyes when
miling despite hersel
Twinkle - what kind of wo
. Travel feat
ter. "Ah, so you
ing lik
g up suddenly. "Then come.
ed. "Wait
he said, already pulling on his jacket. "It's s
anger who calls me Twinkle," she r
ot a stranger. I told yo
od anyway. "Fine. But if I
arm. "If I were kidnapping you, I'd at
-
ting vendors and artists like old friends. He took her to a tucked-away rooftop near Ponte Vecchio where an old man sold paintings of the
as they stood near a centuries-old f
ic. He explained how certain blues only showed up after ra
ramatic. Flirty. And
d her hotel, the moon had risen, c
," he said as they reached the fro
honestly. "It reminded m
. "Good. Then maybe you'll
ou'd like that,
I say? I'm an artist. I
id, "Thank you, Ferrari. T
f it. "You're welcome. Tomorrow - I show you
dded,
ared down the street with a gr
moment longer, hand still tingl
ide slowly, he
the beginning
nd a story wort