Epilogue
Amalfi, 1954
“Ready to get underway?” Celina stepped onto Lauro’s sleek Italian yacht, thrilled at the journey ahead of them. Adele had helped her choose her outfit—a white strapless bandeau-top and shorts with a zebra-print swim cover-up. After depositing their favorite wine in the galley and dropping a shopping bag with new lingerie in the cabin, she joined Lauro on the bridge.
“I’ve been ready for this for months,” Lauro said, kissing her. Positioned at the helm, he eased his new yacht from its mooring and slowly motored out of the Amalfi marina. He’d even christened the yacht after her: La Dolce Celina.
She secured her broad-brimmed hat and tipped her head back, gazing up at the clear summer sky and the mountains that climbed high above the village of Amalfi. She couldn’t
