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I replied and she smiled. "So for our trip, which country do you wanna go?" I asked. "Our trip? Thought I was going alone." "Of course not, who knows what kind of men you'll meet there, I'm definitely going with you." I said. "Oh God, please don't tell me..." "Yes, I am the jealous type." I said interrupting her and she laughed. "Fine then, let's go on a trip together, let's go to Italy." THE END Dear readers, please kindly rate this my lowly piece of writing. Your ratings and comments help me to know where I need to improve on in my next write-up.

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All this while, she is usually in bed whenever I arrive but with a book in her hand which she was always reading, pretending not to know that I am home and she isn't the only one in the room. She doesn't even spare me a glance but I sometimes find myself peeking to catch the name of the book she is reading. She loves romance books too much and I guess that's why she has a strong conviction of pure love and probably the real reason why she wants to go to Italy to find love. It's absurd. Going to another country to find love. It is cliche and stupid but I will allow her to go. That is the least I can do for her. You don't need to go anywhere to find love. It finds you wherever you are but I ca

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In Argentina, the love between Emiliano Romero, and Maria De La Cruz, bloomed like the September equinox. They finished their weekend, full of energy, and many revolutionized hormones. She was in love with his intelligence, when they talked about medicine she loved to listen to him, she was impressed by so much knowledge. He was falling in love with the simplicity of her soul, her heart and her longing for history.

The guest was Francesca Romano. The name, whispered in hushed tones, resonated with an undeniable weight. Amara had heard it before, fragments of conversations, whispers of Dante’s past. Francesca Romano: a name synonymous with power, beauty, and a fierce, unyielding will within the Italian underworld. Dante’s former fiancée. Amara dressed in one of the new, more elegant dresses provided for her, a deep emerald green that complimented her dark hair. She felt like an exhibit, a carefully curated display for a critical audience.

“Don’t you know how to be romantic?” My cheeks got so red. He turned to open up for me. How can a man be so sexy and romantic at once? My stomach filled with butterflies that moment. My legs went giggly. Oh goddess. Haez Cuisines was the name. One of the top, popular big names for romantic dates and good food in Italy. I’ve been hearing and seeing the name in the media. It’s such a wonderful privilege. “We’re doing VIPs.” He whispered softly to my ear. I’d already begun to imagine how indoors there would be with this glassy, classic luxury radiating from the outside.

The scent of lilies hit her before he entered her room. Vito moved in with a heavy stack of hardcovers balanced under one arm and a bouquet in the other. Milan’s heart gave a traitorous skip at the sight of the romance books. She didn't think for a second why he would buy her books. She was just so happy he did. For weeks, her world had been nothing but blue-light strain and scrolling through sterile PDFs for her online courses. She craved the weight of a story in her hands, the smell of old paper, the feeling of a world she could close and put away whenever she chose.

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

Badump, badump, badump, my heart thrummed loudly inside my chest. “Pietro, Il primo amore non si scorda mai.” (You never forget your first love) I don’t know how I managed to look straight at her after hearing her confessing to me in Italian. I felt drugged by her voice. “Anyways, L’amore non e bello, se non e litigarello.” (The course of true love never runs smooth). She continued. I don’t know if it’s just me, but it’s really getting hot in here. I can now see that Pericles is right. This really is a bad idea and I’m afraid that Lucrezia is already shooting on my defenses.