Chapter 24

Marcy didn’t know what to make of this man. It still didn’t feel real. None of it did.

Her. Marcy Rossi. Picking a house? With clawfoot tubs and window seats and someone who actually cared what she wanted?

But then again, she was no longer Marcella Rossi. She was Mrs. Marcella Marsetti.

“I…” Her voice was thin. Wispy. “I want a bookshelf. One of those tall ones. That goes all the way to the ceilin