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Thank you.”
    As Gabriel ended his lecture to enthusiastic applause, Julia blinked back tears, overcome with emotion.
    Dottore Vitali retook the podium, extending his thanks to Professor Emerson for an illuminating discussion. A small group of local politicians presented him with several gifts, including a medallion depicting the city of Florence.
    Julia remained in her seat for as long as possible, hoping that Gabriel would come to her. But he was deluged with members of the audience, including several officious art historians.
    (For it was considered brash if not egotistical for a mere literature professor to analyze the crown jewels of the Uffizi’s collection.)
    Reluctantly, she trailed behind him as several members of the media plied him with questions. She caught his eye, and he gave her a tight, apologetic smile before posing for pictures.
    Frustrated, she wandered around some of the adjoining rooms, admiring the paintings until she arrived at one of her favorites, Leonardo da Vinci’s Annunciation . She was standing close, too close really, noting the detail in the marble pillar, when a voice sounded in her ear in Italian.
    “You like this painting?”
    Julia looked up into the eyes of a man with black hair and very tanned skin. He was taller than her, but not overly, and was of a muscular build. He wore a very expensive black suit, with a single red rose pinned to his lapel. She recognized him as one of the guests who sat behind her during the lecture.
    “Yes, very much,” she responded in Italian.
    “I have always admired the depth that da Vinci gives to his paintings, particularly the shading and detail on the pillar.”
    She smiled and turned back to the painting. “That’s exactly what I was studying, along with the feathers on the angel’s wings. They’re incredible.”
    The gentleman bowed. “Please allow me to introduce myself. I am Giuseppe Pacciani.”
    Julia hesitated, for she recognized his last name. He shared it with the man suspected of being Florence’s most famous serial killer.
    The man appeared to be waiting for her to respond to his greeting, so she suppressed the urge to run.
    “Julia Mitchell.” She extended her hand in a polite gesture, but he took her by surprise when he grasped it between both of his hands and drew it to his lips, looking up at her as he kissed it.
    “Enchanted. And may I say that your beauty rivals that of La Bella Simonetta . Especially in light of this evening’s lecture.”
    Julia averted her eyes and swiftly removed her hand.
    “Allow me to provide you with a drink.” He quickly flagged down a waiter and took two champagne flutes from his tray. He clinked their glasses together and toasted their health.
    Julia sipped the Ferrari spumante gratefully, as it gave her a distraction from his intense stare. He was charming, but she was wary of him, not least because of his name.
    He smiled at her hungrily.
    “I am a professor of literature at the university. And you?”
    “I study Dante.”
    “Ah, il Poeta . My specialization is Dante, also. Where do you study? Not here.” His eyes wandered from her face to her body to her shoes, before traveling to her face again.
    She took a generous step back. “At the University of Toronto.”
    “Ah! A Canadian. One of my former students is studying there right now. Perhaps you are acquainted.” He stepped closer.
    Julia elected not to correct him about her citizenship and stepped back once again. “Toronto is a large university. Probably not.”
    Giuseppe smiled, showing very straight white teeth that glinted strangely in the museum light.
    “Have you seen Piero di Cosimo’s Perseus Frees Andromeda?” He gestured to one of the adjacent paintings.
    Julia nodded. “Yes.”
    “There are Flemish elements in his work, do you see? Also, notice the figures standing in the crowd.” He gestured to a grouping on the right side of the painting.
    Julia stepped to one side so she could take a better look. Giuseppe stood