Camelia gripped the reins of her horse tightly as she thundered down the dusty road, her heart pounding in her chest. The midday sun beat down mercilessly, casting long shadows across the parched landscape. Ahead, she spotted the familiar silhouette of the minivan belonging to the robbers who had stolen her grandmother's prized grape wine.
Her boyfriend, Luca, stood at the roadside, waving frantically as she approached. Without hesitation, Camelia slowed her horse to a halt, reaching out to grab Luca's arm and pull him onto the saddle behind her.
"What are you doing, Camelia?" Luca exclaimed, his voice tinged with concern.
Camelia's eyes gleamed with determination as she urged her horse forward, the wind whipping through her hair. "Hold on tight," she instructed, her grip firm on the reins.
As they closed in on the van, Camelia unslung her grandfather's old machine gun from her back, her fingers trembling with adrenaline. She steadied her aim, her eyes narrowed in focus, and with a swift motion, she fired a single shot at the van's tires.
The gunshot echoed through the air, reverberating off the surrounding hills. The van swerved violently, tires screeching against the gravel, before coming to a shuddering halt just meters away from the edge of the road. Miraculously, the wine bottles inside remained unharmed.
The robbers, caught off guard by Camelia's bold move, scrambled out of the van and fled into the surrounding fields. Camelia watched them disappear into the distance, her jaw set in determination.
"Take the van back to the farm," Camelia instructed Luca, her voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through her veins. "I'll track down those thieves."
As Luca drove the van back towards the farm, he stole a glance at Camelia, awe and admiration shining in his eyes. "You're incredible, Camelia," he murmured, a hint of awe in his voice. "Just like your grandmother."
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As Camelia rode back to the farm, frustration gnawed at her. The criminals had slipped through her fingers, leaving her empty-handed and restless. She sighed, tugging at the reins of her horse as she approached the familiar sight of the farmhouse.
Her granddaughter, Camelia was toiling in the fields, her hands stained with soil as she tended to the grapevines. Camelia reined in her horse and called out to her. "Where's Luca? Did he catch those thieves?"
Rosa, the grandmother, wiped the sweat from her brow and replied, "Luca? He's gone. Took off the moment he heard what you were up to."
Camelia's heart sank at her grandmother's indifferent response. She knew Rosa didn't see Luca as a suitable match for her beloved granddaughter, despite Camelia's affection for him.
Meanwhile, Luca grappled with his own feelings of inadequacy as he unloaded the stolen wine at the farm. He couldn't shake the shame of not being able to shoot like his powerful, beautiful girlfriend. Determined to prove
himself, he made a silent vow to learn how to handle a gun.
Just then, Orchidia emerged from the grand house, her graceful demeanor belying her inner strength. "Chamomile tea break!" she called out, her voice carrying across the fields.
Camelia's eyes lit up at the prospect of a break, her earlier pursuit of the criminals momentarily forgotten. With a childlike eagerness, she dashed
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owards the house, her laughter echoing in the warm afternoon air.
Rosa watched her granddaughter's antics with a fond smile, her gaze drifting to the grave of her late husband, Mathew. "I wish you could see her now, Mathew," she murmured, a bittersweet ache in her heart. "She's just like you, full of spirit and determination."
To be continued....
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THE LADY
Adventurean old elegant lady in her 60's known as the "lady " in her area,in the far away countryside of Italy, everybody respect her and fear her , she lives in her grape farm with her beautiful daughter orchidia and her granddaughter Camellia, an unwelcome...
