The sounds of violin-music rolled like waves of silk over her skin. Sweetness on her lips and salt on her tongue were the tingling tastes of his kiss. Candle-light sparkled bright in the depths of the diamond he’d offered her, like the love in his eyes. But gold is solid, diamond hard and sure. Could love really last?
She heard the waves of Venice lapping soft in the waters below. Ever falling, ever rising, ever surviving, this curious place. Then she thought, if Venice could live, maybe love might too, so she laced her fingers in his and answered “Yes.”