Let it snow...?
Wasn't she supposed to dream of a white Christmas? Right now, Ashlynne wishes the blizzards, ice and fog that have left her stranded in Venice would melt away. She's facing a dreary holiday stuck at the airport--and she's also run into her ex-husband.
Lorenzo di Grechi insists Ashlynne stay with him at his sumptuous palazzo apartment. He's also promising her Christmas Venetian-style: eating, drinking, and visiting the seasonal markets and musical concerts that make the city so enchanting at this time of year.
She thought she'd moved on: laid the ghosts of their marriage which had ended so sadly and badly to rest, along with how passionately she'd loved him. But the sexual attraction between them is still as potent as ever, and he seems to have changed for the better, forcing her to question her belief that he'd cheated on her at a time when she'd needed him most.
Is this just some sort of Christmas magic at work? Or a real chance to forgive and rediscover her love for Lorenzo?
