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I wish to reintroduce myself properly.
    You are as talented as you are beautiful. Congratulations on your success.
    I look forward to getting to know you better as we conclude our business.
    Giovanni
    “Wow. They’re gorgeous!” Fabiana gushed walking up behind her.
    Mira spun around holding the card, confused. “Business?”
    Fabiana took the card from her and read it. “Giovanni? Lorenzo’s cousin? What business do you two have?”
    “I guess he wants a thank you for helping us?”
    Fabiana smirked. “Uh oh, how do you plan to show your gratitude?”
    Mira laughed. “Please. Not that way,” she rolled her eyes, shoved the flowers on Fabiana and walked off.
    ****
    Nephenta
    The in-town nightlife buzzed with the excitement of a thousand honeybees. Each side of the narrow cobblestone street was congested with models and other beautiful wealthy people enjoying Milan in springtime. The private after party thrown by Mirabella Couture was an all-white affair and the ladies had dressed accordingly. Her best friend chose to wear a white halter, jersey material dress that clung tightly to her curves. Oh, how Mira tired of dresses; she’d been on her knees for weeks working on one design or another. This evening she wore slimming white jeans that molded her backside, thighs, calves and complemented how athletic and shapely they were. A wide white rhinestone leather belt looped around her low-waist jeans with a slant at the rise of her hip as if she was a futuristic gunslinger. Her sleeveless white top slimmed down snug to the waist to give her breasts an appealing lift.
    They were late. Fabiana had to help her press out her hair. She needed to look fresh and revived for the fashion critics awaiting her arrival. Her hair was silky straight, parted down the middle. Her smoky earth tone eye-makeup and lip-gloss enhanced her natural beauty tastefully. She accessorized with oversized rhinestone hoops and matching bangles.
    “So did I mention that Lorenzo was coming?” Fabiana asked. The driver navigated his way along the single lane road to deliver them to their event.
    Mira smiled. “Yes, you did.” She stiffened remembering the woman she saw Giovanni with, and sobered the spark of interest burning in her chest. And to think she flirted with the two-timing jerk. What did his brunette wife think of him kissing her hand?
    The car stopped. “You want me to ask about his cousin? The man did send flowers.”
    “Oh good grief. Please don’t. Our business with the Battaglia’s is done.”
    “Hey? You sure you’re okay? You seem tired. I promise we won’t make it an all-nighter.”
    “Thanks. I really am wiped out.” Mira sighed. A slender long fingered hand eased inside the car to assist her with exiting.
    “Wait.” Fabiana grabbed her arm. “We keep our deal.”
    “Which deal?” Mira yawned.
    “Two weeks’ vacation starts tomorrow. Everything is set. The team has assembled in Napoli, and Angelique is going to deal with the American offices to handle all of the orders. Let’s do Tuscany; really get the feel of Italy. We’ll get you rested and ready for business, and after today it’s just us having a bit of fun. You need it sweetie, and to be honest, I do too.”
    “Yeah, yeah.” Mira nodded. After the past four weeks she craved a break. Solace and solitude sounded so yummy to her now. The wine villages in Tuscany would be great. She and Fabiana talked about taking a few cooking classes, too. The possibilities of waking up and sketching her designs under the Italian sun made her giddy with excitement. Oh yes, she wanted this vacation most of all.
    Careful in her four-inch heels, Mira eased out of the car like a lady and shed her fatigue. They entered the club both wearing warm smiles. The place looked fabulous! Illuminated by the large blue lanterns hanging from the drop ceiling, the décor mainly consisted of white walls and white floors with electric blue tables and chairs. The dance floor had a checkered