Ginevra
After we returned from our pizza and martini dinner, we collapsed into our bed nearly immediately.
As I wouldn’t have been allowed to share my room with Ruggerio anyway, I chose to share my room with Elisabetta. Even if there were enough rooms for all of us, we both thought that would be better. Surely, having a few sleepover-like nights with her was expectant to be fun.
The next morning, I wake up in our gigantic bed still convinced that all of this is just a crazy dream. Opening my eyes, I see Elisabetta sleeping peacefully by my side. She is lying next to me with her hair disheveled cutely and I do my best to get out of bed as quietly as possible. Throwing a dressing gown over my t-shirt and the shorts I slept in, I wander around to find a kitchen to make myself a cup of coff
