The silence in the master bedroom suite of Villa Balbianello-Vance was an intimate, sacred cathedral of moonlight and shadow. The double French doors stood wide open to the stone balustrade, framing a panoramic view of the lake that looked like an oil painting from the Italian Renaissance. The water was completely still, silvered by the radiant full moon that hung directly overhead in a sky of deep velvet indigo. The…
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