It was the best day of my life. So many people, all having a joyous time, all in celebration of my marriage. Unlike receptions back in the States, this was a cut-loose affair, a true celebration. No one held back, no one felt a need to behave a certain way, or act appropriately. People got drunk, and had fun. There was no drama, no problems.

  Oh, I can't put it all into words.

  Luca stole me away whenever he could, pulled me into the rows of grapes and kissed me until I was dizzy from his kisses.

  Then, once, well past midnight, when we were both drunk, Luca got the look in his eyes, the one that said he wanted me and he didn't care how he had to get it. I led him into the winery building and up some stairs to a darkened office.

  I hiked up my dress, now a more party-appropriate number, and he bent me over the desk, held my hips tight and took me there, keeping our voices hushed and our cries of climax muffled.

  When we reappeared, there were catcalls and bawdy suggestions, some not far from the truth. Once, I would have been mortified, but now I took it in stride, laughed it off as good-natured ribbing.

  We're on the plane to the Caribbean for our honeymoon and Luca is still sending work emails while I write this. He says once we get to our hotel on St. Martin he's taking my netbook away until we get back home to Firenze.

  I won't mind. I'll have plenty of memories to fill up new diaries in the years to come.

  * * *

  This is Luca writing this. I have stolen Delilah's laptop from her. Someday I will buy her a new computer, but for now she says this one is suitable. I think it is ridiculous to use something so small, but if she likes it, what can I say?

  Anyway, I have stolen this to say that she will have so much good times on our honeymoon that she will not need to even think of writing her diary. Always writing, is this one.

  I have read this diary of hers, when she not looking. She is reading over my shoulder now and slapping me, thinking she is mad. She knows she is not. I think she is a very talented writer, and perhaps she should make this diary into a book. I am thinking many people will find it good to read, as I do.

  The airplane is about to land and the attendants are telling us to put away electronics. So, for Delilah, I will put the correct words at the finish of her diary, this story of how she fell in love with a dashing, handsome Italian man.

  She will write more, I know. But as for this one?

  The End of Part 3

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