Six months later. The morning sun broke over the rolling lavender fields and terraced vineyards of the Luberon Valley in Provence. The air was warm and sweet, fragrant with wild rosemary, blooming jasmine, and the earthy richness of ripening grapes. Villa Belle Vue was a seventeenth-century stone farmhouse surrounded by ancient olive trees and cypress groves. Natasha Vance stood on the terracotta terrace, wearing a white linen sundress that fluttered…
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