His mood had lightened with every mile they’d travelled away from Chesterton, but flashes of it lingered in his taut stance as he looked at her with a half-bemused frown. He’d brought her to the one place in the whole world she wanted to visit, had even organised an unprecedented private half-hour to view the most iconic landmark in the city. So he was right—she should be paying attention. She looked out from the top of the startling black and white marble Duomo across sun-drenched butterscotch buildings topped with terracotta roofs. The view from the plane had shown her a patchwork of piazzas, the magical river Arno, and lush green Tuscan hills that protected the city. But nothing compared to breathing real Florence air and seeing the architecture close-up. At every turn there was an ancient cathedral, a church, an ornate building. Florence oozed charm and history, complete with delicious smells that made her stomach grumble: rich garlic, pungent rosemary and dark thick coffee.
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