Chapter 38

We had to go on a helicopter. On a damned helicopter.

Honestly, why am I surprised anymore?

And why do rich people insist on so much seclusion? This is the second Italian I’ve seen with their house on an island. Well, in their defense, it’s a summerhouse and not their actual place of residence. And there’s a motor boat that gets them to Rome’s shoreline under ten minutes. Unlike the Bianchi island, this one was large enough to host a small resort-like village towards the back.

“Wait, is that village for us?”

“Yes!” she said excitedly, “It wasn’t completed the last time I came here, but I think they’re done! They might open this up to tourists in the coming summer as a cruise stop.”

Wow, I sighed inside. Being a billionaire must be nice.

We started our descent right as we were over the helipad. There were about five different people to help us off and make sure our dresses were off the ground as we went inside. The interior was absolutely royal. Red carpets, tapestries, large chandelie