TWO WEEKS LATER
It was a very bright, brilliant morning in the villa, Luca's home. The immaculate white walls glowed like pearls under the sun, a testament to how radiant and surreal the sunlight was, its rays and the natural forces surrounding the villa amplifying the visage.
The particles in the air shimmered if one decided to squint and take a closer look, and the scent of wildflowers was faint but still perceivable if one took a refreshing deep breath. Since the villa was largely open and airy, a strong but gentle breeze swept through the green, resplendent valleys and hills that cradled the estates, carrying the scent of the leaves and whipping all the trees that dotted the uneven landscape in the direction of Luca's property.
