Angelica's POV:
Stumbling on some flowers on the street, I grab a handful and inhale the amazing scent. An older woman walks towards me. “Buon pomeriggio signorina, come stai?”
I smile, “Sì. Quanto costano questi?” I mentally pat myself on the back for my excellent Italian, despite knowing I still hold an accent.
Her eyes waiver behind me, and I pray she does think what I believe she thinks. Her body began trembling as before she licks her thin lip. “Sulla casa.”
I grab my purse. “Per favore, posso pagare.”
Quickly, she shakes her head and grabs my hands preventing me from reaching the money. “Oh no no, please. Take it,” she said quickly, and I saw her children peeking out of the room. Once our eyes met and they hide their heads.
“Grazie,” I decide not to make it any more d
