Meanwhile, in Florence...
The sky was a brilliant blue when the car carrying them arrived at the villa where they would stay for one night. A classic villa with stone balconies, grapevines climbing the walls, and a peaceful view of the Arno River stretching before them.
Hazel immediately ran into the garden, laughing joyfully. Blair walked slowly behind her, Jonathan's hand still gripping hers tightly.
"I can't believe this place is real," Blair said softly, her voice filled with wonder.
"This villa belongs to my father's best friend," Jonathan explained, watching Hazel explore with unbridled enthusiasm. "We used to come here when I was little. I want Hazel to have the same memories."
Blair stopped, taking in her surroundings. Lavender flowers dotted the landscape, a wooden bench sat
