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Lucy at the airport and as Lucy walked through the baggage claim area strong arms wrapped in mink enveloped her.
    “Luciana Ophelia, I have missed you so much!”
                  Lucy smiled at Sam’s laugh and when her grandmother let her go she turned to him with a blush on her face. Sam smiled and raised an eyebrow and asked, “Luciana Ophelia?”
                  Before she could reply her grandmother reached out, grabbed Sam, and pulled him to her. “What a handsome young man you are. No wonder my Luciana Ophelia fell in love with you.”
                  Lucy couldn’t help but laugh at the look on Sam’s face as he was engulfed in her grandmother’s strong arms. He was at least a foot taller than her grandmother, and he had to bend at an odd angle to stay upright as her grandmother pulled his head to her shoulder. Pushing him back her grandmother looked up at his face before grabbing him again and planting a kiss on his cheek that left behind a red lipstick stain. “Young man I am so glad to meet you!”
                  Sam smiled at her in bewilderment, but said, “You too Ma’am.”
                  Her grandmother made a clicking sound of displeasure that Lucy remembered well and said, “None of that nonsense now, no Ma’am for me. Call me Isabella.”
    She pulled Lucy to her again and kissed her before turning back to Sam and saying, “I can see from your expression that our Luciana never told you her real name. Now that’s a story to tell, so come along and let’s get a drink.”
                  Before Sam could protest her grandmother had him by the arm and was pulling him along with her. Lucy smiled at him when he turned to look at her. She’d started to follow behind them when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye. She turned to see that a man, only a few years older than she was, and wearing an immaculate dark suit, was standing at her side. He smiled at her and extended his hand. “Luciana pleased to meet you. I’m Rodrigo.”
                  He was gorgeous, probably the most gorgeous man that she had ever seen. He was young, and Italian, if his name and the accent that she heard in his voice were anything to go by. She grinned at him and couldn’t help asking as she shook his hand, “Measure for Measure?”
                  He nodded, smiled and bent his head over her hand to kiss it in an old world manner that instantly charmed her. He stood straight, waved his hand and two porters instantly appeared who proceeded to load her and Sam’s luggage on a cart.
    “Is this all you have?” he asked.
                  She could hear the surprise in his voice and she smiled. “This is everything that we own.”
                  Rodrigo smiled and shook his head in surprise. “Well don’t let your grandmother know that unless you want to be taken shopping.”
                  When he held out his arm she hooked hers through it.
    “Please allow your grandfather to escort you,” he said and she laughed as they followed the scent of her grandmother’s perfume.
                  They found Isabella and Sam already seated at a small table in the VIP lounge. A waiter was hovering over them and Lucy felt guilty when she saw the shell-shocked look on Sam’s face. She really should have tried to prepare him, but how did you explain someone like her grandmother? It would be like trying to describe a Picasso to a blind person. How could you talk about color and light when the other person had no idea what they even were?
                  Lucy sat down next to Sam, grabbed his hand, and squeezed it. His smile was grateful and she leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek before turning to see that her grandmother was ordering champagne. “Isabella it’s only eight. I think it’s a little too early in the day for Sam and me to be drinking. We’ve