Florence's most feared art critic is one raised eyebrow away from destroying three careers, and the evidence against them smells suspiciously like vegetable soup. Tommaso has one exit left: the truth, served hot.
Part 4 of 4 in The Soup That Fooled Florence
El salón del palazzo olía a cera, a perfume caro y, para quien tuviera buena nariz, ligeramente a verdura. Averardo de' Medici llevaba veinte minutos recorriendo los cuadros en un silencio que había vaciado la sala de murmullos. Ottavio lo seguía a tres pasos, sudando bajo la barba rizada.
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