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Considering hers and Alessandro’s rocky start, Elena hadn’t had high hopes for continuing domestic tranquility between the two of them, and yet as several days passed and they seemed to coexist smoothly enough without too much friction, she realized how well things really were going. They’d turned the office into her studio, protecting the floor and the furniture with drop cloths so she wouldn’t get paint on anything, and she made rapid progress, much quicker than she’d imagined she would. Maybe that was because of all the videos she watched and absorbed, like some kind of human art sponge, or maybe it was simply because she was happy.
Happy. She’d had many times in her life when she’d believed that happiness was something which would always elude her. There had been moments here and t
