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A woman in a red dress approached Marco on the terrace. She was older, elegant, holding a cigarette.

He wasn't leaving. He was stepping back to observe, to become the audience for his own wife’s performance. It was a gift he was giving her, and strangely, a gift he was giving himself. The jealousy was there, sharp and stinging, but it acted like a prism, refracting his love for her into something desperate and intense. italian swingers

"Would you go back?" he asked.