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Lago di Como, 2010
“What would I do without you and Stefano?” Ruby rested her hand in the crook of Ariana’s arm as they exited the airport in Milan after a long flight from Los Angeles through New York to Milan.
Not that Ruby needed the support—her ankle was practically healed. Still, she enjoyed being close to Ariana, and not having to hurry to keep up with her niece’s lovely, long-legged stride. Now she preferred to enjoy the time she had left with intention.
Besides, taking one’s time was so much more elegant.
As they walked, Ruby noticed that several men turned to watch them. “You’re attracting admirers, Ariana. Oh, I just love Italian men.” One in particular, of course.
“I think they recognize you,” Ariana whispered.
Ruby patted her niece’s arm. “Don’t minimize your considera
