Morgana's POV
Italy is hot.
Like, I knew I checked for the weather they had right now before I packed my bags. And I used that as a template to pack clothes. But right now, I could not have been more wrong.
The place was like hell. Hot like that.
“I think I'll go shopping again.” I said.
“Why?” My husband asked and I sighed.
“The clothes I brought along do not fit the summer they have here. This place is hot. I cannot imagine wearing these clothes everyday here. I'd fry.” I said, picking out the clothes and tucking them back into the traveling box.
Getting to the hotel, I knew Xav would do the most and I was not entirely shocked at how extravagant it was. I was just surprised at the beauty.
It was an old money kind of hotel. And then again, it was a resort so it kind of had
