One Italian Summer Novels & Stories

JULIET The scent of Italian food wafts from the kitchen as I step through the doorway to enter, my stomach immediately responding with a loud grumble in protest. I skipped lunch today in favor of buckling down and getting some of my required reading out of the way before classes start. I’ve only got two weeks left to tackle all of it, and as interesting as I find the material, I’d like to get it done sooner rather than later so I can enjoy the last couple weeks of summer before diving into my studies.

"Do you think you are wrong?" Joel said and adjusted the seat he sat on to his satisfaction. "What are you doing here?" Goerge asked as he looked at Joel who was feeling comfortable in his seat and was planning to sleep. "To rest!" Joel answered nonchalantly and closed his eyes, Goerge rolled his eyes at the lazy dude and walked to his study. "Did you just leave me here, Goerge!" Joel yelled and walked after him to the study. Goerge sat on his seat and opened his laptop. "My business partner in Italy is in town and I haven't really had a chance to meet him right now, so.."

***WARNING*** Sexy Times Jada Wilson Jada had vented her struggles to him. All Ivan wanted to do was to take her mind off things for a night and help her the best he could, even though she had refused him. Ivan had taken his time, and with love and patience, he prepared a fine Latin-Italian meal perfectly. Involtini, an Italian-style roulade, a rolled and stuffed meat (Cecina Beef, Toasted Tortilla Veloute, Fennel Pepper Soffritto, Parmesan).

Their guests were already in the garden where the food was served and were helping themselves with it when Henry and Elizabeth joined them freshly dressed. Kids had their little corner where they already played, so the grown-ups took their places in the chairs and garden swings. “Where is Josef? I haven’t seen him in a while...” Samantha asked Anna. “Like you never were a teenager,” Anna chuckled. “In a summer camp with his friends. He’ll be here next time, he promised.” “And Sarah? I haven’t seen her either,” she asked Adaline. “In Italy somewhere. She’s taking this summer to see the old continent.”

Could Summer make it home, pack, and reach the airport on time without Gabriella? The woman didn’t work unless she pretended to assist her daddy. She called her father, daddy, in a little girl’s voice. This made Summer shudder in disgust. Gabriella was a dark-skinned beauty. Summer admits Gabriella could have modeled. Unlike Summer, who still could be mistaken for a boy from the wrong angle.

ELENA We have brunch on the back porch. The grated fires are lit since autumn is coming in. My eyes ache from spending hours last night scouring the internet. I searched “how to seem upper class” and “Italian classic films, paintings, books.” I’m doing my best to absorb as much information as possible. I need to sell Elena Esposito.

“Why would I want to come with?” “I don’t know. Just thought I’d ask.” “I’m fine here.” Is all he says before he pushes himself off the wall and walks to his room. A few seconds later, I’m back on the beach in my head. Only a few more days, then I’ll be on sitting on an actual beach in Italy with a drink in my hand. *** Capo d’Orlando, Italy - July 2nd 2020 I landed in Italy last night, at the same landing strip we used last summer to go to Taormina. The moment I stepped onto Italian ground, I felt my whole mood shift. It was like I wasn’t Valentina Levin anymore; I was just someone going to their favorite place.

“Wait, what?” Sienna grinned. “Luca’s taking me to Italy for the summer.” Cassie gasped. “Oh my God, that’s so romantic.” I rolled my eyes. “It’s just a trip.” Sienna nudged me. “It’s our trip.” And just like that, the next chapter of our lives had begun.

If the Italians were going to kick things off with a fight, they could forget about my cooperation. Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing one of our assistants struggling to keep someone out. "You can't just barge in!" Gina shouted. "They're in a meeting." "I don't care." Summer. What was she doing here? She strolled in confidently, with Gina trailing behind, still trying to explain. "I apologize, gentlemen. This... woman wouldn't follow the rules. Should I call security?" "That's not necessary," I replied. "What rules? Wolfen rules?" Summer retorted. "Is the big, bad wolf going to punish me?"

The waiter leaves. “You pronounced the Italian cuisines quite expertly. You must eat Italian a lot” I comment, I’m surprised he could pronounce them with such ease. “I spent a summer in Italy, I can speak the language fluently” He says, settling back on his chair to fix his gaze on me. The waiter arrives with two others similarly dressed and they expertly place our wine filled glasses and starters on the table before departing quietly. “Really? There’s so much I don’t know about you” I shake my head at the truth of it.