Confession

Allan leaned against the doorframe and watched Riana as she cooked in their hotel kitchen. She was humming and swaying to a tune he recognized. It was the same one the gondolier sang.

Being with her in the gondola, made him feel…he wasn’t sure the emotion had a name because he’d never felt it before. All he knew was it was pure magic.

It put a kink in his plans when she fell asleep but he understood. She was still feeling sick. Carrying her weightless body back to the hotel did make him worry, though…just until she woke up hungry and she devoured a plate of chicken saltimbocca and an entire pizza. He was glad she was getting her appetite back.

He continued to watch her, and eventually joined in, as she spun on her heels, curtsied, and did a few steps of the waltz and began humming another tune, reminding him of their dinner with Mr. Torino.

He had loved holding her in his arms as they moved to the gentle music, lost in their own