Chapter 27
The sun hung lower and lower on the horizon, a great orange globe overlooking the rolling green hills that surrounded Villa Pallotta. It was magnificent.
Soon it would be dusk and the land would bathe in the pink glow of the globe sun as it dipped below low purple hills and night fell. Fat lightbulbs that criss crossed over the patio would turn on and the much anticipated opening night party of Count Bolsena’s Villa Pollata’s vineyard hotel would commence.
But sunset wasn’t for another hour or so, and for the time being Presley was free to stand alone on the patio and look out over the beautiful Umbrian countryside.
Construction on the addition to the winery that was now a cafe selling locally grown food and employing locals from the nearby villages had not taken long once t
