~LUCAS~I woke up the next morning before my alarm.For a few seconds, I lie completely still, staring at the ceiling of the hotel room while my mind slowly catches up with reality.I'm in Milan, Italy. And in a few hours, I have a presentation at the university of Milan.I look around me, and thoughts of Fiorella hit me hard again.Back in our hotel room in Scotland, whenever I woke up and looked around, I always saw Fiorella either sleeping in her bed on the other side of the room, or sleeping in my own bed.Now, it's just me in the room with no second bed.I sigh heavily, then reach for my phone on the bedside table and check the time.Six thirty-two in the morning.I have plenty of time so I should be relaxed, prepared and focused.Instead, I'm lying in bed thinking about the woman who should have been beside me this morning.If Fiorella had come to Italy with me, we'd probably be arguing over something completely ridiculous by now.She'd complain that I w
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