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Byline: Alice Bingham Gorman
I met him in Florence in November 1956. Two American friends and I were spending the winter in Italy, art-history students at the Universita per Stranieri. We were paying guests of the elderly, widowed Contessa Rusconi and her family in their walk-up apartment on Via Leone Decimo. Along with all the other American students across the city, we were invited to attend the annual tea dance held at the American Consulate. The rumor that Emilio Pucci would be coming to the party circulated like the notice of some royal prince making a mystery appearance. No one knew much about Emilio Pucci, only that he was a rather exotic women's-clothes ...