All eyes turned to Luisella, still propped on her stool in the corner with her pink quilted leather purse set neatly on the tall bistro table, its gold link chain glinting. Luisella glared at Veronica and then pointedly looked away.
“Poor Luisella,” Veronica clucked. “Always following my shadow.”
Stella’s eyes widened. She remembered the day she first met Luca, how he’d looked into Bar Cappellina and mentioned that since he saw Veronica at the bar, it meant Luisella wouldn’t enter. What was the beef between these two? Veronica always lorded over anyone, that was hardly new. But why this bite of menace towards Luisella? And how did their backstories collide to bring two actresses to Aramezzo? Stella wished Luca were here. She could imagine his slow grin, the flash of a dimple and his one
