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like that.’
    ‘We’re going to Florence tomorrow? How lovely!’ Donna reappeared and handed me a coffee, which for a moment I wanted to throw
     in her face.
    ‘Florence?’ said Jane. ‘That’s where they filmed
Jersey Shore
season four.’
    ‘That was the best season,’ chimed in Vicky. ‘Do you reckon they do a
Jersey Shore
locations tour?’
    ‘I’ll go to Florence! Pierre, Jon, Marco – you’ll come, won’t you?’ said Laurie, appearing with her band of suitors.
    ‘We’re going to Florence?’ asked George, coming over and standing – as usual – right next to me. ‘There’s a lotta statues
     there in just their birthday suits, Elle, it’s gonna be harder than ever to keep your eyes on me.’
    Jamie held his hands up. ‘Actually, I was just asking—’
    ‘Did I hear we’re going to Florence tomorrow?’ interjected Bridget, her eyes wide. ‘I haven’t been there since my honeymoon.
     I’d love to go again, it’s a beautiful place.’
    I met Jamie’s eyes and he nodded, lowering his hands and brushing one down my arm as he did so. ‘Fine. I will have a minibus
     or two ready to leave at eight tomorrow morning for anyone that would like a day trip. But it will be a free day, a self-guided
     trip around the major sites at your own leisure and pace.’
    The group broke up into excited chatter and Jamie bent down to my ear. ‘I will have a little alone time with you,’ he promised
     with a grin that made me melt that little bit more under the Tuscan sun.
    I woke up early as usual, my shutters wide open and the dawn light streaming in. If my bedroom view in London wasn’t of the
     windows of the townhouse directly across the street, I would do this more often; it was a thousand times nicer than waking
     up by alarm clock.
    Florence was a popular decision – nearly everyone had said they would come on the day trip – but although I wouldn’t be flying
     down dirt roads with my face pressed against Jamie’s warm back on the back of his Vespa, I was still breaking out into sporadic
     happy dances at what the day might bring.
    It was as I was whipping my scruffy, slept-in ponytail back and forth with joy that I spotted a note slipped under the door.
    Breakfast is served! These are absolutely delicious to eat – you have to try them (before Enzo gets to them all). See you
     at 8. J x
    And I thought I was up early. I opened the door a tiny crack and there, in a little wooden bowl, was a bunch of perfectly
     round, tightly packed violet grapes. I tried one and it burst in my mouth, as sweet and soft as a blueberry, so I scuttled
     inside with the rest – there was no way I was going to share these.
    I decided to be a Decadent Daphne and took the whole bunch into the bath with me for my morning soak with vineyard-view porn.
     As I lay them against my bare chest and munched away I felt very like I was in a Renaissance painting. How lovely of Jamie
     to think of me and bring these to my room. I’ve quite literally never been brought room service before – I could definitely
     get used to this.
    We all gathered in the morning sunshine, some still chewing on breakfast, some already getting their tan on, some hiding hungover
     eyes behind sunglasses. Laurie was chattering to me about how her own dinner date went the night before.
    ‘I just get concerned whenever I talk to Marco that anything I say will go straight into his magazine article. But the problem
     is that after a glass of wine I say a lot of things. And here, there’s a lot of wine.’
    ‘But he did say he wouldn’t write about any of us, and he seems genuine. Don’t let yourself worry like this.’
    ‘You can tell I’m worried? Even through this Botox? What a rip – I want my money back when we get home.’
    We began piling into the minibus, then Sofia waved us off, clutching a large mug of coffee in her other hand. ‘Remember, everyone,
     that Firenze is a very romantic city. Take this opportunity to spend some quality time