Cavanni Room | Capri

Of course, her grand-nephew in Milan didn't care about ghosts. He cared about euros. So here Liam was, an architectural historian hired to document the estate before it was gutted and turned into a luxury hotel.

The room still smelled like her.

Liam closed the journal. The sun had dipped below the horizon, and the room was now filled with a deep, velvet twilight. Outside, the sea sighed against the cliffs. capri cavanni room

Liam’s hand trembled. He picked up another letter. Then another. They were all the same—different handwritings, different decades, different languages. But the same desperate, aching devotion. Of course, her grand-nephew in Milan didn't care

“The previous owner,” Mrs. Halder announced, stepping aside to let Liam enter first, “was a rather… theatrical person.” The room still smelled like her

“No,” he said quietly. “You’re going to list it as exactly what it is.”