Azzurra paced the expanse of the restroom, her fury warring with nerves that twisted her stomach into knots. Every second that ticked by only made her more restless. What could Cesario possibly be telling Marcello? Why had she babbled like a fool that morning? She prayed Rio’s innocent mind had forgotten her slip, but deep down she knew better.

Never in her wildest imagination had she thought her sweet, naïve Rio would become the very one to betray her, spilling her secrets into ...