Chapter 19
“Buongiorno,” Celina called out to the people she passed as she zoomed along the narrow road on her mint green Vespa, the sun warm on her shoulders and the salt-tinged sea breeze cool on her face. Citrus blossoms lined the road and sweetened the air, perfuming the hillside and filling her with inspiration.
What a sweet life, she thought, almost afraid of the happiness blooming inside of her. In the past weeks, she’d forged a truce between her head and her heart. She was thankful she’d decided to stay in Italy, though Lauro remained a thorn in her sunny garden. Marco had started school, and they were learning Italian together. If the year went well, she and her son would stay. If not, she could sell the chocolaterie or find someone to run it for her.
When she arrived at Stella
