Chapter 29
Naples, 1953
When Celina entered the café, Lauro’s heart leapt at the sight of her. The thought that his father might banish her once he heard the truth had kept him up all night with worry.
Celina lifted her hand and smiled when she saw him. She wore a white cotton shirt with a navy skirt, and a wide red belt cinched around a waist so slim he could span it with his hands. Navy peep-toe shoes teased him, and all he wanted to do was slip those off. At her neck, she had twisted a silk scarf and flipped up her collar. With her dark sunglasses pushed up over her thick blond hair, she could pass for a film star.
But Celina meant more than that to him. He blew out a breath, recalling how beautiful she had looked under dappled sunlight in their hidden cove, where she came to him as
