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It all began in Italy … And maybe that’s where my vacation fling should have ended.
From the moment I laid eyes on Gio Barbieri, he was irresistible. A statue-perfect Italian-American billionaire with strong, sharp classic features—a body Michelangelo could have sculptured.
His perfect, flirtatious Italian teasing, matched with the swagger of a Hollywood heartthrob, and I was falling fast.
He promised me an adventure, an exciting entry or two for my journal, an addition to my stockpile of lifetime memories as I tried to escape the grief I’d left at home in Australia.
Gio was an adventure . . . More exciting than bungee jumping in Vienna. More thrilling than canyoning in Switzerland. He was everything I never even knew I wanted in a man. And when he told me he’d see me at my new home in New York, I hoped for so much more.
But Gio failed to mention he was never truly free to love.
And now my perfect match is headed to the altar without me.
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