RUBY'S POV
The streets of Milan were alive with energy, and I was enjoying every second of it. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I could breathe. Even the thought of Gabriel was like a fading memory.
Dominic and I walked side by side, and though his face was blank, I could see the amusement in his eyes every time I reacted to something.
“Oh my God, look at that!” I exclaimed, pointing to a street artist sketching portraits near a cathedral. “Dom, do you think he’d draw me?”
He glanced at the artist’s work, then at me. “Only if he has enough time to get all your details right.”
I laughed but ignored his words, skipping down the street instead.
Dominic guided me effortlessly through the streets. He didn’t need a map; he seemed to know Milan like the back of his hand. Eventually,
