her faded into nothing. Gone were the sounds of the street, floating through the open window. Gone was her mother’s voice, droning on about dancing lessons and the importance of punctuality. Gone was everything but the blood rushing past her ears and the quick, uneven sound of her own breath.
Isabella looked down at the diamonds.
And then she smiled.
And put them back.
Acknowledgments
The author wishes to thank Eloisa James and Alessandro Vettori for their expertise in all things Italian.
About the Author
JULIA QUINN started writing her first book one month after finishing college and has been tapping away at her keyboard ever since. The
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