She watched, transfixed, fascinated, as he constructed what she already knew was her new favorite fashion item.

When they were done, Keira slid them on. They fit perfectly and felt more comfortable than any pair of shoes she’d ever worn. Not to mention they looked fantastic as well. She was utterly thrilled with them, and thanked the man with a big hug. Bryn’s pair she stowed carefully away in her purse, eager for the time she’d get to present them to her sister.

Cristiano whistled when she showed off her new sandals to him.

“You look very chic,” he told her.

“Thank you,” she said with a coy blush. “Where to now?”

“I think you have had enough retail therapy,” Cristiano joked. “It is time to see some of Capri that is off the beaten path. The bits not for tourists. First, we will see the Certosa di San Giacomo. It is a former Carthusian monastery with beautiful gardens.”

“How exciting,” Keira said.

She loved to experience the culture of a place just as much as she loved sampling the food and viewing the scenery.

They set off again. This time, Keira felt like a million dollars strolling along the Capri streets in her new sandals. With the gorgeous Cristiano at her side she could hardly stop grinning.

When they reached the Certosa di San Giacomo, Keira’s mouth dropped open. She’d never seen a building so grand, so decadent. The gray stone seemed to camouflage so well with the surrounding mountains, and it was completely nestled within foliage making it look even more at one with the surrounding hills. In the distance a sliver of ocean glittered.

“I thought you said this was a monastery!” Keira exclaimed, breathless. “It looks more like a luxury spa.”

“Former monastery,” Cristiano corrected.

Keira sniffed the air. The flowers were in full bloom and their fragrance was wonderful.

She turned to Cristiano, grinning widely. “And you were right. No tourists at all! Why does no one come here?”

“They are too busy shopping in Prada,” Cristiano replied with a chuckle. “Now, we must head on. The Gardens of Augustus are even more beautiful.”

Keira shook her head. “I don’t believe you. Nothing can be better than this.”

“Just you wait,” Cristiano replied, his eyes widening with excitement.

Keira was sad to not have more time to spend in the monastery’s gardens; she could quite happily enjoy an entire day in the tranquility, breathing in the fragrant blossom. But there was so much still to see.

They headed onward. The roads were incredibly windy, and rather steep.

“Are you okay to walk?” Cristiano said. “I thought you would prefer that to the bus.”

At that moment, Keira saw one of the tourist buses swerving around the extremely tight, narrow corner. Even from this safe distance it made her stomach roll.

“You made a good call,” she told Cristiano. “I think going up these hills on a bus would give me PTSD.”

Cristiano laughed, and they continued to trek upward, zigzagging up the cliffside.