Chapter 11: A Breathtaking Mix of the Gothic, Water Smells and Yes ... There’s Even a Little Stromboli
Adriana
We arrive in Venice, my heart thudding as soon as we take the first step off the plane. Immediately, I sense the change from being surrounded by the smog of living in a city that’s not much different from New York, to the scent of water that reminds me of a beach, but with bistros and houses for sidewalks, a really huge canal instead of a boardwalk, and an ocean sloshing in the far distance. I think Luca’s mom chose the most perfect time of day to arrive, that gorgeous moment when the sun’s preparing to set over the Venetian Canal. The scenery steals my breath away.
I glance behind me to where Luca stands beside his brother, and I’m not really surprised to catch him staring at
