THIRTY
“Which will it be, Sophia?” Viviana draped the fabrics across the settee, the silks shimmering upon the satins, the brocades reflecting the light like the sunlit waves upon the ocean. She darted about the parlor like a bee in a resplendent garden. This was her favorite room in the splendid old house, with its overstuffed, welcoming furniture and its bright colors of corn and lilac. “I think the sapphire will flatter your coloring the most, so would the peach, but the green will show off your figure to its best.”
“Uh-huh.”
Sophia sat in the corner chair of the cozy back salotto, her stare stretching far beyond the unshuttered back window. The day already pulsed with heat though the sun had broken the horizon only a short time ago. Against the cobalt sky, the pale wisps of Signore
