It didn’t take them long to reach the entrance to the Galleria Vittorio Emanuele II, and they walked hand in hand through the imposing structure that housed Italy’s oldest active shopping mall, which was opened nearly 150 years ago. Vanessa couldn’t help but feel a little awestruck walking under the glass ceiling that was glistening in the evening sun.
They stopped in front of a beautiful art-nouveau café with small tables with red tablecloths, the name ‘Camparino in Galleria’ written in red on the glass above the entrance doors. There were already a few people sitting there, but Raffaele pulled her towards a table with one handsome looking guy, who smiled widely at them.
“Farfallina, this is Matteo,” Raffaele introduced her, and she smiled at him as he took her hand and pulled her clo
