Epilogue
The wedding had been a grand affair in the middle of the carruggio, spilling a long way up and down the street.
Emilio and Leon had cooked. Bridget and Hal had filled in the edges of the feast. And Max had provided the gelato for dessert.
They’d also put a serious dent in the town’s wine production for the year.
Ridley hadn’t noticed Marissa slipping out of the crowd early, arm-in-arm with Vanessa the lovely baker, but Erica did. She saw them go and decided that they made a fantastically striking couple.
There was so much to be done that a long weekend cruising on Ridley’s big motorcycle was all the honeymoon they’d wanted. He’d taken her north, past Genoa, to the old towns of Dolceacqua and Apricale. Monet and others since had loved the light there, many paintings had been i
