CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE – HOME IN FLORENCE

He showed her around the apartment, pointing out the various amenities. The kitchen was stocked with basic supplies and appliances, the bedroom had a comfortable-looking bed with fresh linens, and the bathroom was clean and modern. "And here," Luca said, leading her to a small balcony off the living room, "is your own little piece of Livorno." Rebecca stepped out onto the balcony, marveling at the view of the charming street below and the distant glimmer of the sea. "Luca, this is... it's perfect. I don't know how to thank you." He leaned against the balcony railing, his expression serious. "You don't need to thank me, Rebecca. But there is something else I wanted to discuss with you." Rebecca felt a flutter of anxiety in her stomach. "Oh?" Luca nodded. "I know you'll want to find your own way here, make your own path. But I thought... well, I wanted to offer you a job. To start with, at least." Rebecca's eyes widened in surprise. "A job?" "Yes," Luca continued. "At the café on