A Veil of Vines
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To most people, princes, princesses,
counts and dukes are found only in the pages of the most famous of fairytales.
Crowns, priceless jewels and gilded thrones belong only in childhood dreams.
But for some, these frivolous fancies are truth.
For some, they are real life.
On Manhattan’s Upper East Side, people have always treated me as someone
special. All because of my ancestral name and legacy. All because of a
connection I share to our home country’s most important family of all.
I am Caresa Acardi, the Duchessa di Parma. A blue blood of Italy. I was born to
marry well. And now the marriage date is set.
I am to marry into House Savona. The family that would have been the royals had
Italy not abolished the monarchy in 1946. But to the aristocrats of my home,
the abolition means nothing at all.
The Savonas still hold power where it counts most.
In our tight-knit world of money, status and masked balls, they are everything
and more.
And I am soon to become one of them.
I am soon to become Prince Zeno Savona’s wife…
… or at least I was, until I met Achille.
And everything changed.
I
opened the window beside me and stared at the illuminated entrance. I swallowed
hard and placed my empty glass on the bar. Metal groaned, breaking through the
twilight, as the massive black wrought-iron gates began to open. The limo
slowly pulled onto the property’s lane, and I drank in the thick forest that
shielded the estate. I inhaled the freshness of the lush green trees. The
unpolluted sky was thick with stars—not a single cloud in sight.
A few minutes later, the thick woods cleared, and I gasped. Acres and acres of
gold and green vineyards covered the landscape. The scents of plump grapes and
damp soil permeated the warm air. I closed my eyes. It reminded me of being a
child. It brought me back to the days before I was taken to New York. I could still
feel the heat of the Emilia-Romagna sun on my face, the deep smell of olives,
grapes and flowers drifting in the breeze as I ran around our Parma estate.
I smiled a nostalgic smile and allowed my eyes to drift open again. I rested my
arms on the window and leaned my chin on them as the limo drove on. There were
several small villas peppered over the landscape, their lights twinkling in the
distance. They must have been the winemakers’ residences. It was not only the
Bella Collina merlot that was made on this land; other reds were
too—particularly the Chianti from the region’s finest Sangiovese grapes. The
Bella Collina olive oil was also up there with the best. But nothing compared
to the famed merlot.
The limo turned right, and my breath caught in my throat. I lifted my head and
stared disbelievingly at the property ahead. Bella Collina was a veritable
Palace of Versailles tucked away in the Umbrian wilderness.
“Mio Dio,” I whispered as I took in the imposing stone structure, the sweeping
steps and the vast number of windows set in the building’s walls. Large pillars
of red-veined marble flanked the entrance. Cypress trees framed the estate as
if it were the shining star of a fine Renaissance painting. Sculptures of famed
Savona monarchs of old stood proudly on the manicured lawns, and strategically
placed lighting illuminated the sheer perfection of every piece of topiary.
As a child, I had been to the Palazzo Savona in Florence. It was widely
regarded to be one of the finest estates in all of Italy, if not western
Europe. But this . . . this . . . there were no words. It was perfectly placed,
as if it had always been there. As if it had grown naturally from the Umbrian
earth just as sure as the vines and woods that kept this architectural treasure
hidden from view.
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Tillie Cole hails from a small town
in the North-East of England. She grew up on a farm with her English mother,
Scottish father and older sister and a multitude of rescue animals. As soon as
she could, Tillie left her rural roots for the bright lights of the big city.
After graduating from Newcastle University with a BA Hons in Religious Studies,
Tillie followed her Professional Rugby player husband around the world for a
decade, becoming a teacher in between and thoroughly enjoyed teaching High
School students Social Studies before putting pen to paper, and finishing her
first novel.
Tillie has now settled in Austin, Texas, where she is finally able to sit down
and write, throwing herself into fantasy worlds and the fabulous minds of her
characters.
Tillie is both an independent and traditionally published author, and writes
many genres including: Contemporary Romance, Dark Romance, Young Adult and New
Adult novels.
When she is not writing, Tillie enjoys nothing more than curling up on her
couch watching movies, drinking far too much coffee, while convincing herself
that she really doesn’t need that extra square of chocolate.