(Selena's POV)
Italians officially hate english more then french people. I have tried talking to at least five of them and no one seems to understand what I say or the moment I decide to open my mouth and they hear the first word, they leave.
I was walking around on streets with two big bag on my hands, filled with bombs? I don't know. But I'm sure those are not just clothes cause they were quite heavy for only clothes and wearing boots isn't helping.
The moment I entered that plane everyone started changing my entire look, they shaved my legs, my hands, my moustache- which I didn't knew I had, they made a whole new hairstyle and gave some Luis Vuitton sunglasses cause they are a trend around here.
Also a short black dress, which reached till a little bit lower then my ass but it was all covered up on the top, no boobs showed, combined it with a brown cape and some chains around my neck.
The boots were my favorite part- back there, They were some tall leather boots, in a nice black color that matched the dress and they reached up to my thighs and made me look so tall. Yet I regret them now.
"Hai bisogno d'aiuto?" I heard a woman voice say.
(Do you need some help?)
I have no idea what she is saying so I simply moved on before she got pissed at me and cussed me in italian, I have handled enough today.
"Ehi, vuoi un aiuto?" She repeated.
(You, need any help?)
"Me. No— no. . . uh. . . Italian. . . no speak!" I tried to explain.
"You speak english?" She exclaimed.
"You do too!" I am shocked.
"Want some help with that?" She asked.
"No. It's alright, thank you!" I shake my hands and reject her offer. I can't bother a stranger just because I didn't want to listen to my Italian classes.
"Where are you headed? Want me to get you a taxi?" She asked.
I take it back. "I would like to bother you for that. . ." I responded sheepishly.
She chuckled.
"Some people tend to get pissed when other people speak another language in this town. Everyone likes to keep it Italian." She joked.
I didn't get the joke but I laughed either way.
Someone arrived by and stopped at us, she started speaking at him and told him things I couldn't get and then she turned at me.
"Where are you heading?" She asked.
I told her and she looked at me surprised. She saw my confusion and answered that she was going there too. We hoped in together in the taxi and she looked very excited to be in here, with me. I, on the other way, no.
She was such an elegant woman, she had it all. Everything anyone could ask for and if she goes there not only will she take that job that I need so badly but she'll also become the fiancee of the year, to that mafia jerk and she looks like such a good girl. I'm sure he has fooled everyone around here with his charming face and that is why even the italian police isn't dealing with him!
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(Leonardo's POV)
"Alice is coming by today." Aless announced.
"Then you must be very happy!" I replied in an unbothered tone.
"Why are you so moody?" He asked.
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Romance"Sel. . ." He breaths out moving his own to touch my hand. "Leon. . ." I say and our hands linked. This is the end, we both close our eyes tired of this whole war, leaning on each other's touch, not letting go. Everything else fades as well. I see n...
