Vittorio's firm hands gripped the leather-covered steering wheel of his sleek black sports car as he glanced furtively at Ellis, who was admiring the sun bathing the picturesque, winding streets in a golden, warm glow. Her brown hair danced with the touch of the gentle breeze that entered the car. She closed her eyes, savoring the scent of freshly baked bread wafting through the open windows, mingling with the delicate fragrance of blooming flowers. Not a single gesture from Ellis went ...