EMILY’S POV
I yawn and blink to catch my breath, then gape at everything again and pinch myself to know I’m not dreaming. Italy in the flesh. Ah, I smell pasta and pizza already, I tease mimicking a show I watched. I smile and turn to the body reflecting a masculine shadow on the ground before me.
“Welcome bambola.”
I giggle turning to him, I couldn’t believe how well that sounded in his mouth. I breath a gasp through my mouth, “Are you Italian?”
He nod staring ahead, putting on some shades.
I couldn’t believe it, his English is soo gooodd, unlike the ones you see in the movies. Tell me what’s not to drool about in Mason.
“Really? You’re not lying are you?”
“Il giorno in cui ti mentirò, mia damigella, è il giorno in cui prendo il mio ultimo respiro."
(Translation: The day I e
