The lunch setup was breathtaking. A long table was arranged outdoors, shaded by a canopy of blooming bougainvillea that cast dappled shadows over the polished wood.
The sea breeze carried the scent of salt and flowers, adding to the idyllic atmosphere.
Laurie was already seated at one end, her radiant smile lighting up the space.
Her beauty was undeniable, even in her late fifties. Her blonde hair was elegantly styled, her skin flawless, and she carried herself with an air of effortless grace. She wore a flowing white dress, accessorized with simple pearls that spoke of understated luxury.
Opposite her sat Alessio’s father, Arturo De Luca, a man who seemed cut from the same cloth as his son. His dark hair was streaked with silver, and his sharp cheekbones and angular jawline gave him
