Ginevra
Arriving in the capital of my ancestor’s country feels like entering into an entirely different realm.
And not only because I get to walk through the airport and to our limousine while holding hands with Ruggerio. I’m surprised that my brother didn’t intervene yet as he did several times during our flight.
Even as Ruggerio stole himself away from his side to get into my booth in the middle of the night, he appeared a few minutes later, disrupting our making-out-session once again. I had to refrain myself from laughing out loud as Ruggerio had put his forehead against my chest, murmuring. “Now I get my brother when he says how annoying it is to have an older brother.”
We reach his family’s apartment in about an hour. The apartment is in the heart of the Centro Storico and I can’
