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It all began in Italy … And maybe that’s where my vacation fling should have ended.
From the moment I laid eyes on Giovanni Barbieri, he was irresistible. A statue-perfect Italian-American billionaire with strong, sharp classic features and a body Michelangelo could have sculptured.
His perfect, flirtatious Italian teasing, matched with the swagger of a Hollywood heartthrob, and I was falling fast.
He promised me an adventure, an exciting entry or two for my journal, and an addition to my stockpile of lifetime memories as I tried to escape the grief I’d left at home in Australia.
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