… I can’t remember dying
Chapter 1… Venice 1765
Chapter 2… The oar dipped and splashed
Chapter 3… Bridgette climbed the marble steps
Chapter 4… Our small kitchen
Chapter 5… There are no mistakes
Chapter 6… Antonio’s eyes followed me
Chapter 7… London 1766
Chapter 8… The butler stood inside
Chapter 9… Honored to meet you
Chapter 10… My studio became my refuge
Chapter 11… I was in my studio
Chapter 12… I couldn’t figure out
Chapter 13… My dearest Papa
Chapter 14… I awoke early the next morning
Chapter 15… Often that winter I was tempted
Chapter 16… The royal summons came
Chapter 17… I found myself more than a bit curious
Chapter 18… The old grey trunk
Chapter 19… It was the evening of the masqued ball
Chapter 20… At Mass the next morning
Chapter 21… I stared at him
Chapter 22… Colors swirled
Chapter 23… The wedding at Saint James not withstanding
Chapter 24… One thing was clear: I had failed my husband
Chapter 25… When I arrived at Golden Square
Chapter 26… I’m so relieved to have my daughter back
Chapter 27… I did my best to concentrate
Chapter 28… Nor did I see him again
Chapter 29… Whatever might be happening at midnight
Chapter 30… London 1781
Chapter 31… Asleep on the boat
Chapter 32… Rome 1786
Chapter 33… When I entered the Sistine Chapel
Chapter 34… On Christmas Eve
Chapter 35… Now I see why
Chapter 36… So thrilled was I
Chapter 37… It was Sunday
Chapter 38… Heeding Antonio’s advice
Chapter 39… After Wolfgang left
Chapter 40… Marriage and motherhood
Chapter 41… Never having been
Chapter 42… Although it seemed
Chapter 43… More than a week passed
Chapter 44… When will you finish
Chapter 45… Shortly after I arrived
Chapter 46… We had only been back
Chapter 47… On the afternoon of April 23rd
Chapter 48… I excused myself
Chapter 49… Each day stretched into the next
… By the following spring
Epilogue… Rome 1807
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