Florence, usually a city steeped in the slow, deliberate appreciation of art and history, became a blur of vibrant colours and dizzying excitement for Elara. Cassian Moreau, with his devastating smile and eyes that seemed to reflect the Tuscan sun, had turned her world inside out. What had been a solitary existence, filled with the quiet hum of her studio and the occasional shared laughter with fellow artists, was now a whirlwind of glamorous dinners, breathtaking landscapes, and whispered promises under the Tuscan stars.