Luca brought the bottle of wine back with us to his oceanfront villa.
We sat out on a balcony that overlooked the water, watching the stars and listening to the waves as they crashed onto the shore while we drank.
As I finished my second glass, I felt my courage grow, remembering then the wrapped box of lingerie Norah had stowed away in my suitcase.
Should I? Maybe not. Maybe another time...
But when, if not now? Why not now?
"I'm going to the restroom," I told Luca, standing on my chair.
He hummed as I walked back through the French doors that opened into the dark bedroom, the white curtains that framed them blowing loosely in the ocean breeze that passed over the threshold.
I looked over my shoulder to make sure he wasn't watching as I opened my suitcase slowly and soundlessly to
