Emma’s POV

The private jet dissolved into a luxury car, which then wound its way through narrow, sun-drenched roads, past ancient olive groves and rolling vineyards that stretched as far as the eye could see. The air, even through the tinted windows, was thick with the scent of cypress, earth, and something indefinably old and beautiful. This wasn’t the glamorous, bustling city Adrian usually favored. This was… different. This was Tuscany.