Lydia is stuck: unable to finisher her MBA thesis, commit to her long-term relationship, and find a job she actually wants. Lydia's mother calls and informs her that a long-lost family friend has died, sending Lydia reeling for a person she used to know. Sorting through Bea’s postcards, Lydia glimpses a life lived fully: bold, romantic, free. Then comes a surprise — Bea has left her a crumbling lavender farm in Northern Italy. Her boyfriend Colin dismisses it entirely. That night, Lydia finds Bea’s postcards soaked in condensation, doubling as coasters for Colin’s TV dinner. Something cracks open. Bea’s words echo in her mind: these fields are calling her home.
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