“Italy...”
Elora mouthed the word out in disbelief. Her one dream country she had ever wished to pay a visit to ever since she was a kid.
Her desire to have a crazed binging session on their famously known for spaghetti and pizza. To walk past the colourful coated houses in Venice. And perhaps do a little shopping in the more suburban parts of it.
But of course, she had been too destitute to even get a plane ticket. Let alone be greeted by the spicy aroma of the notable pasta.
She now contemplated waking Zane up so they could begin the journey immediately. An excitement that was far too great to be contained, especially not her freakish ear to ear grin.
However , she’d decided otherwise as she laid gaze on her wasted husband.
His mouth had been slightly apart with the occasiona
