Description : The Passion Bargain
FRANCESCA used gentle pressure on the brake pedal to bring the Vespa to a smooth stop at a set of red traffic lights then stretched out a long golden leg and placed a strappy sandaled foot on the ground to maintain the motor scooter's balance while she waited for the lights to change. It was a gorgeous morning, still early enough for the traffic on the Corso to be so light that she actually seemed to have the road almost entirely to herself.
A rare occurrence in this mad, bad, traffic-clogged city, she mused with a smile as she tossed back her head to send her tawny brown hair streaming down her back then closed her warm hazel eyes and lifted her face up to the sun to enjoy the feel of its silky warmth caressing her skin.
The air was exquisite today, clear and sharp and drenched in that unique golden light that gave Italy its famous sensual glow.
Her smile widened, her smooth rather generous mouth stretching to enhance the sheen of clear lip-gloss that along with a quick flick of mascara was the only make-up she wore.
Life, she decided, could not be more perfect. For here she was, living in one of the most beautiful cities in the world and only days away from bing formally betrothed to the most wonderful man in the world. One very short month from now she and Angelo would be exchanging their marriage vows in a sweet little church overlooking Lake Alba before taking off for Venice to honeymoon in the most romantic city in the world.
And she was happy, happy, happy. She even sighed that happiness up at the sun...