Chapter 1:A Chance Encounter
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The soft patter of rain against the cobbled streets of Florence filled the evening air, carrying the scent of damp stone and freshly brewed espresso. Emilia Russo tightened her grip on her umbrella as she weaved through the bustling crowd along Via dei Calzaiuoli, eager to reach La Piccola Libreria, her favorite bookshop.
The small bell above the door chimed as she stepped inside, instantly greeted by the familiar scent of aged paper and ink. She exhaled, letting the warmth of the shop settle around her. But just as she turned toward the poetry section, she collided with something—or rather, someone.
A strong grip steadied her before she could stumble.
“Scusa,” a deep, familiar voice murmured.
Emilia’s breath hitched as she looked up. Her heart pounded in disbelief.
Standing before her, dark hair damp from the rain, was Luca Moretti.
The boy—no, the man—she had spent years trying to forget.
The man who had left.
The man who had never written back.
His eyes, warm brown yet guarded, held an intensity that sent a wave of memories crashing into her.
“It’s been a long time, Emilia,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken words.
She swallowed the lump in her throat, forcing herself to meet his gaze.
“Yes,” she replied softly, her voice steady despite the storm inside her. “It has.”
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