WEDNESDAY - JULY 3, 8:00AM - VILLA ROMANO
"A TAVOLA!" Zia Rosa shouted from the kitchen, banging a wooden spoon against a pot.
[At the table!]
This woman did not rest.
Aurora came downstairs still half-asleep, hair in a messy ponytail, Luca already dressed and drinking espresso like he'd been up for hours.
Breakfast was fast because Nonna had a list written on a napkin and she was not taking questions.
"Mercato first. Then spiaggia. Everyone wears sunscreen. Aurora, you burn," Nonna said, pointing a finger at her.
"I don't—"
"You do. You burn easily. Like your mother."
Bianca nodded solemnly from across the table. "She's right, Ro. You went pink yesterday."
Aurora sighed and grabbed the sunscreen Zia Rosa slid toward her.
WEDNESDAY - JULY 3, 9:30AM - BELLAGIO MARKET
The market
