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The villa was alive with the music of life this evening. The annual winter masquerade was as festive as ever. The classic Italian manor was decorated from every inch with ribbons and banners. Candles and lamps lit every corner of the entire chateau, so no darkness would intrude on the party's merrymaking. Music drowned out the sounds of the city from where it lay across the sea a mile away—the island was isolated in its own jollity for the night. The salty Mediterranean breeze fluttered past the guests' masked visages like a lover's gentle caress, warm and inviting. The Italian winters were nothing like the winters where she was from&m