“Truth may be feared as a demon,
“Truth may be feared as a demon,so often it is an angel.”
so often it is an angel.”Sansone stood in the hallway watching her.
Viviana fluttered from room to room. Her movements were sporadic, staggering, chaotic. Jemma and Beatrice followed her.
“No, Jemma, not there,” Viviana snapped at the girl when she placed the mammoth antipasto tray upon the table. “I told you to put it on the sideboard. Must I tell you again and again?”
Jemma cringed beneath her mistress’s ire, for Viviana never hurled it her way.
“Basta,” Sansone said. He could no longer stand and watch Viviana suffer.
BastaHe walked to her, took her in his arms, and held her. She stilled there, stilled perhaps for the first time that day.
“Enough, Viviana,” he whispered to her as Jemma slip
