Prologue

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"Lottie, wait!" Shouted Filippo in his distinctive Italian accent. Lottie, however, ignored his cries, slammed the door to the car, and ignited the ignition with a passion they hadn't had in months.

"Mamma mia! She's gone!" Said Franceso, running out in distress. "Did she really leave us for that Norwegian girl she met on our tour?" He exclaimed, Italian years running down his face.

"She even left her bracelet!" Filippo cried, holding up the exquisite silver chain, the words 'his queen' delicately engraved into the surface.
This caused a new flurry of Italian tears to fall from Francesco's chocolate brown eyes.
"What will we do now?"

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