The morning had begun in a state of tranquil, golden perfection at Villa Bellisima. At seven o'clock, the autumn sun had crested the snow-dusted peaks of the Grigna mountains, casting long, warm shafts of amber light through the arched conservatory windows of the lakefront studio. Out on the lake, the surface was still as sapphire glass, disturbed only by the distant, rhythmic oars of local fishermen gliding past the Bellagio…
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