“I wish the wedding were somewhere else.” Sofia hands her a tissue. The farmer’s wife looks out at stone farmhouses stitched into a green quilt of hills. “Mayor Benigno does not deserve such a lovely daughter. You must put him out of your mind. Everyone in Lazzarini Boscarino loves you. We are proud of our Delizia, who is about to marry the most wonderful man.” Delizia smiles at the thought of Lorenzo. Love foams through her, lemon bright. Sofia hands her another tissue. “I know you want to run away from this village, and you will. Your life is just starting. Everything ahead of you. The whole
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