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Sue Moorcroft
One Summer in Italy
‘I love all of Sue Moorcroft’s books!’
Katie Fforde
Katie Fforde
When Sofia Bianchi’s father Aldo dies, it makes her stop and look at things afresh. Having been his carer for so many years, she knows it’s time for her to live her own life – and to fulfil some promises she made to Aldo in his final days.
So there’s nothing for it but to escape to Italy’s Umbrian mountains where, tucked away in a sleepy Italian village, lie plenty of family secrets waiting to be discovered. There, Sofia also finds Amy who is desperately trying to find her way in life after discovering her dad isn’t her biological father.
Sofia sets about helping Amy through this difficult time, but it’s the handsome Levi who proves to be the biggest distraction for Sofia, as her new life starts to take off…
So there’s nothing for it but to escape to Italy’s Umbrian mountains where, tucked away in a sleepy Italian village, lie plenty of family secrets waiting to be discovered. There, Sofia also finds Amy who is desperately trying to find her way in life after discovering her dad isn’t her biological father.
Sofia sets about helping Amy through this difficult time, but it’s the handsome Levi who proves to be the biggest distraction for Sofia, as her new life starts to take off…
EXTRACT
Briskly, Sofi a opened a menu. ‘I fancy a nice cold glass of vino.’ She paused, eyes wide. ‘You are old enough to drink?’
Amy laughed. ‘I’m old enough to serve it, so I must be! Do they do shandy in Italy?’ Della and Maddalyn called her a lightweight because she’d failed to develop the joy they seemed to find in alcohol and the trouble they got into when it was involved.
‘Let’s find out.’
A young Italian waiter approached their table, seriously hot, crisply curling hair tucked neatly behind his ears and dark eyes as soulful as a puppy’s. Sofia began a rapid conversation about birra con something. He nodded, smiling at Amy with a tiny lift of his eyebrows as if noting and returning
her interest. In minutes, a tall glass of shandy appeared before her along with a glass of straw-coloured wine for Sofia and a tall, frosty bottle of water between them.
The waiter spoke to Amy in English, probably getting that the Italian was largely flowing over her head. ‘The water, it is sparkly, but you can have natural if you prefer it.’
Amy managed to smile back without feeling her cheeks heat up. ‘Sparkly’s lovely.’ It sounded nicer than ‘sparkling’.
The waiter moved on to another table. Sofia took a good gulp of wine and sighed contentedly. ‘I think you’re really brave to leave home for a summer job when you’re only eighteen. Look at me! I’m thirty-one and I’ve only just managed it.’
She laughed, but Amy already knew from earlier chats in the overgrown garden outside their rooms how hard it must have been for Sofia to look after her dad for years.
It sounded rubbish. She tried to imagine Mum or Dad . . .
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