Italy was an absolute dream. It had the most beautiful scenery I didn’t know I needed to see.
Everything felt unreal, from the suite with its wide terrace, the private pool that looked like molten glass, and the hot tub steaming in the cool morning air.
And thankfully—not so thankfully— after that insane moment on the plane, Arlo and Kael actually let me rest when we arrived.
My body needed it. My mind definitely needed it.
The next day, though, they refused to let me slip back into my thoughts.
They dragged me everywhere.
Breakfast in a quiet café off Via Margutta with mouth watering espresso, a slow walk through Ponte Sant’Angelo, the ancient angel statues staring down at us.
It was surreal.
Every time Kael stopped to speak to a vendor, he would switch languages so smoothly, fr
