The big table of the room was literally chaotic: a dozen samples of tulle, taffeta and organdie were on it, all curled up, simulating simple wedding favours. On the side was an open magazine with a number of centrepieces, candles and suggestions of ways to set the tables at the wedding reception. Opposite was a price list of wedding cakes and various types of traditional Tursenian confectionery and desserts. Everything had been left the way it was the night Piero died. No one had cleared it up. Those were just some of the details that Rachele was deciding on for her wedding day. Chase had had enough time at the villa to snoop around upstairs and had managed to look in her room, full of boxes and packages. The bird was ready to leave the nest.Rachele’s groom-to-be was Simone Conforti, a General Practitioner living in a little town very close to Tursenia. He was staring at the window, watching Gloria picking the latest fuchsia bougainvillea, while Marco was behind the gate, waiting. A police officer gently took her arm and tried to lead her off the property.
