Sometimes life just isnβt fair. I knew something was up when my hubby insisted I go off to Europe on my own with the kids. But when I got lonely and called home and he didnβt want us to come backβ¦ Well, whatβs a mom to do?
There I was in Italy, fending for myself, and Carlo just sort of appeared. It was Fate. At least I knew someone wanted me; and that someone happened to be young, handsome and Florentine. When I got back to New York, it was far worse than I had anticipated; hubby left me β for another man. But Carlo had whetted my appetite for European men, who definitely know how to make a woman feel like the world revolves around her. From the Beaujolais bars of Montmartre to the monastic cells of Tuscany, I tumbled, plunged and nose-dived into romantic situations that were exhilarating, harrowing and downright comical. And after every experience on foreign soil I returned to my βrealβ life far more enlightened β and indisputably wiser.
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