They’d left Florence just after wrapping up the meeting. Lorenzo was driving them back to Dorf Tirol, and the closer they got, the more anxious Aurora got. Her stomach was in knots by the time they arrived at her home. She hadn’t been gone for long, but being back felt weird somehow. Like she didn’t belong.
Driving at night had the significant advantage that there was no traffic, and they were able to reach Dorf Tirol in less than four hours. After Lorenzo parked, they got out of the car and stretched after sitting for so long, before taking Aurora’s and Sandra’s bags and going inside.
“We should go to sleep now and meet again at seven. The wedding is at ten, so it should give us plenty of time to figure out how we’re going to get in there,” Lorenzo told them.
Aurora was too tired to
