Stay like that
The Wizard hadn't solved my problems at all. In fact, he had tried to add another. Nobody could be trusted. Perhaps only Papa.
If only he hadn't written that book. "The book that was written not to be a scandal but out of love for the Venice Lagoon. Give all our affection to your mother and tell her that Mary and I are reluctant for this misinterpretation of something of intelligence and gaiety and understanding and courage. I was happier while you and she were here than ever in the past, I think she knows. Since there aren't many things she doesn't know."
It was true, there were few things. She had also known how to understand my heart, broken because of Enrico. I had met Enrico in Capri that summer. I immediately warned Juan that the impossible had happened: I loved another.
Juan hadn't seemed too shaken by this confession. Mine was a passing infatuation because only he could be my man as only I, Adriana, could be his woman, forever. He would come to Venice as soon as possible, we would talk about it again calmly and arrange everything.
But I could no longer think of Juan because Enrico was in my heart. Smiling blue eyes, sun-colored hair,...
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