Lucy Greene and Enzo Russo find each other in a twist of fate and instantly desire takes them over.
But as the real world creeps in around them, it seems that fate has played a trick on them.
Lucy Greene is on her year abroad in Italy when she mee...
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When I see a gorgeous Italian woman, around the same age as me, walk into the discreet cafe with the same stern expression as Enzo, I stand and wave her over.
As soon as she sees me, the similarities between Enzo and her melt away. She squeals and beams over at me before dashing through the cafe and pulls me into a hug.
"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! You are stunning! My brother is a lucky man. He ever fails you, come find me!"
I blink and struggle to keep up with her rapid Italian and open spirit.
Boy, Enzo wasn't lying, you need a week of sleep to prepare for this little fire cracker.
"It's so nice to meet you, Lucia!" Sophia squeals as she shakes me back and forth in a hug.
"Nice to meet you, Sophia." I say with a smile as I detangle myself from her arms.
I go to sit down again and continue my coffee, but Sophia makes a noise of disproval and shakes her head.
"No, no, no Lucia darling, we're not staying here."
I look around at the mall opposite the cafe in confusion. I thought Enzo said we were going shopping?
"But... Enzo said I was going shopping with you?" I mumble stupidly in confusion.
"Oh we are darling, just not here. It's only an hour flight to Milan from here."
Jesus, I am seriously out of my depth in the world of wealth.
Sophia let's out a happy squeak of excitement before dragging me from the cafe, I scarcely have time to grab my coffee before Sophia stuffs me into the back of a limo.
"So, you have to tell me everything about you!" She grips my hands and stares expectantly at my face.
"Well... I'm very normal," I begin but Sophia interrupts me.
"Oh shush! A hot piece like you is anything but normal. Plus, you've kept my brother interested for months."
I giggle, feeling a little overwhelmed by her entire personality but grateful by the way she is trying so hard to make me feel welcome.
"Well I'm studying French, German and Italian for a career in translation or something."
"See," Sophia beams at me, "you're anything but normal!"
I smile and open my mouth to ask her a question, but I'm cut off by another of her questions.
"So tell me, what do you think about my brother's job?" Sophia asks, full of eagerness and intrigue.
Staring at her for a moment, I hesitate.
"What are you talking about?" I ask, "he's in accounting and investments for his father's company. Why would I have an opinion about that?"
