All I know is, this woman looks like she owns a beautiful villa in Tuscany — to which she moved in the wake of a mysterious romantic disappointment which has since faded in the fullness of time/thanks to her romance with Giorgio, the incredibly hot winemaker down the road — and sometimes she rents it out to people on holiday, holidaies into which she occasionally intrudes because she gets bored up the hill at Giorgio’s, where he (although hot) has a tendency to wax on too long about grapes, and she decides she wants to know what their deals are. She does this holding a picturesque basket of lemons or bringing over some interesting cheese, and wearing earrings that surely cost a fortune. Her life is good.
