Twenty-Eight: Sicilian Beauty.

Never had Sofia Winters come in contact with as many buildings with so many albeit similar intricate designs. The air of Sicily, Italy was as gentle as a warm hug, serenading the curtains of the window she looked through.

The sheer fabric danced across her face and she realized if she heaved in so much of a deeper breath, the dust would hover into the entrance of her nose. The back of her throat itched but her eyes were full. The Barons were staying in a tall villa, from where she could see the rest of Italy—the beautiful structures, the narrowest streets and even the ocean.

She wondered why Paris was the city of love in a world where was Sicily.

“Hey” A sharp voice instantly drifted her out her thoughts and out of surprise, Sofia was faced with Francesca. She’d already changed into a leopard skin bikini but she retained her heart. Across her face was an inviting smile which forced a crinkle between Sofia’s brows.

“Come on” Her hands stretched out.

“We said we were going to explore?”