EPILOGUE
TWO weeks later a limousine carrying Luca in a tuxedo and a glamorously dressed but blindfolded Mia glided to a halt outside the Sydney Opera House.
‘We’re here,’ Luca announced.
Mia laughed. ‘Luca, for the last time, where are we going?’
‘Patience,’ he teased, kissing her nose. ‘Patience. Although we could just drive around in the back all night …’ he dropped a kiss behind her ear ‘… and christen the seats …’ His lips nuzzled her neck.
Mia laughed and pushed him away playfully. ‘Oh, no. No way.’
The door opened and Luca grinned at the chauffeur. ‘Okay, then, let’s go.’ He helped Mia out and once she was standing steadily he removed her blindfold.
Mia blinked as the illuminated sails of the Opera House filled her vision. She smiled at him. ‘We’re going to see a show?’
Luca smiled down at the woman he loved. ‘The ballet, actually.’
Mia looked at the tickets he thrust into her hands. She read the fancy printing several times before it registered. She looked up at him, the man she loved, so tall and handsome and so, so hers.
‘Swan Lake,’ she whispered, hugging the tickets close. ‘Oh, Luca … thank you.’
Mia beamed up at her Italian angel. She wasn’t sure when she’d stopped seeing the devil but tonight all she could see was a pair of luminescent wings and a bright golden halo.
And he was all hers.
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