Elizabeth's POV:
Surprisingly, I had a good time with Dylan. I got my friend back. Sure he almost ruined it by those three words but I'm still glad to call him my friend again. I put on a summer dress, a hat and some sandals. Dylan picks me up and we go onto the tour bus. We sit in the back upon my request.
“Italy. It's beautiful. ” He says.
“Yeah. It is.” I say admiring the scenery.
“It's colourful, bright and very beautiful.”
I know he's not talking about Italy anymore. Regardless, I smile. This is work. I still have to make sure our guest of honor is happy.
“I know this isn't the right time or place to ask this but...is there any hope for us in the future? You know, when all of this is over?”
“And by all of this you mean when my husband is dead?” I scoff.
“I didn't mean i
