Chapter 34
On a frigid night of an Italian winter, crimson flows through the veins of nature’s sweet orange, staining its flesh. Cold-pressing releases its addictive oil: tangy, warm, balsamic. Blends well with frankincense, cedar, and clove. And always transports me to Italy. –DB
2 July, 1941 - Beverly Hills, California
The next morning dawned crisp and clear, the sky a vivid cerulean blue, heralding a perfect summer day in Southern California, even though the forecast had called for rain.
Danielle yawned and stretched before the window. Thoughts of Jon had kept her up half the night. But Jon is married...happily or otherwise, it doesn’t matter. It’s over.
She tore her thoughts from Jon. Today she had a busy schedule. She and Marie were taking the girls shopping at Bullock’s Wilshire
