Tuscany Setв [exclusive] -

As dawn broke, five Alfas sped away toward Florence. Only one person remained on the terrace, watching the dust settle. The had a new guardian, and the gates of Villa Sanguigna closed once more, disappearing back into the golden haze of the Italian summer.

The sun hadn’t even cleared the cypress-lined horizon of Val d’Orcia when the heavy iron gates of Villa Sanguigna groaned open. For the world, the was a ghost—a rumor whispered in the back of luxury travel journals—but for the six people arriving in the fleet of matte-black Alfa Romeos, it was the only reality that mattered. The Invitation Tuscany SetВ [Exclusive]

"Welcome to the Exclusive," Elio murmured, pouring a wine so dark it looked like ink. "In this house, time does not move forward. It moves inward." The Experience The week was a choreographed blur of sensory overload: As dawn broke, five Alfas sped away toward Florence