Matteo’s jaw tightened. “She’s you.”
“Why me?”
Kenzie thought of the figure on her canvas—the woman whose face she couldn’t show, whose name she couldn’t name. She thought of the kiss behind the marble column, the whisper, the way Matteo looked at her like she was already disappearing. Kenzie Anne - Florentine Part 2 -11.11.21-
“What happened to the last one?” she asked. Matteo’s jaw tightened
Now it was November 11th, 2021. The Feast of St. Martin. Summer’s last illusion was dead. Kenzie Anne - Florentine Part 2 -11.11.21-