Chapter Seventeen
Antonia stared out across the property she knew as home. The valleys, the vineyards, stables, barns, the grand casa behind her. Words to describe the feeling of exhilaration eluded her, so she stared mutely in wonder.
“It must feel good to be back.” Rafael stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders.
“It does. I wish I could bring Mama back here.”
“Your mama will visit when she’s ready. I think she’s probably more interested in the Marquis now. There has to be a lot of grief attached to this place for her.”
She turned her head to look at his face, “Funny, she looks so happy. I mean, how different can the man be from my father, really, now?”
“I think the woman knows herself very well and the Marquis is what she wants.”
“But there’s so much I could teach her.”
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