DAMIEN
We finally touched down in Italy much later than we had originally planned, our arrival delayed by a series of unfortunate weather conditions that had kept our flight grounded for hours. By the time we reached our destination, it was well past the time we had hoped to settle in. Despite the exhaustion and the late hour, the allure of Italian cuisine was too tempting to resist, so I suggested we head to the hotel's restaurant to grab a late dinner before calling it a night.
Clara, mindful of her appearance, glanced through the menu with a thoughtful expression. "I think I'll stick with something light," she announced decisively. "I don't want to wake up tomorrow looking like an overbloated duck and end up ruining my look for the wedding."
I couldn't help but chuckle at her concern
