While visiting Verona, Italy, with her best friend, Jenny, a young woman named Ali Hall visits a wall where the heartbroken leave notes to Shakespeare's tragic heroine, Juliet Capulet. Finding one such letter from 1930, Ali decides to write to its n...
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐙𝐎𝐍 as Ali and Jenny walked out of the hotel with their suitcases in their hands.
Nate greeted Ali with a smile, and reached down to grab her suitcase. "Good morning." Ali smiled in reply
"Good morning" Kyle greeted Jenny with a kiss on the lips as he reached for her suitcase and put it in the car. "How did you ladies sleep?"
"Fine, how about you guys?" Jenny asked
"Great. Thanks." Nate said, as Ali Jenny got in the back seat of the car along with Kyle.
"Ali, would you mind going in the front?" Claire asked.
"Sure." Ali smiled sweetly
Ali got into the front seat, as Claire sat next to Jenny and Kyle, and Nate drove away. Ali thought about the kiss she shared with Nate the night before, and her cheeks grew hot and her palms began to sweat. "The stars were spectacular from my window last night." Claire said
Ali tried her best to look at Nate, but every time she did, she just blushed. "Yes, they were." she smiled.
"Look. That vineyard. That's our favourite wine." Claire said as she pointed to a sign that read, Vigna Di Toscana. "Let's turn in there and have a goodbye toast."
Claire looked at Nate and Ali expectantly. Jenny and Kyle smirked at one another, as Ali shifted in her seat looking rather uncomfortable, but she smiled sweetly nonetheless.
"Okay." Nate said
"Nathan, stop!" Claire said as she looked out the window. Nate stopped the car, as Claire got out with her grandsons and Ali and Lori following.
Claire stared into the distance, a look of nostalgia crossing over her face, as she took a step closer to what she was looking at. "Nana, what is it?" Nate asked as he approached her, with Ali, Jenny, and Ben following him. Claire turned around.
"It's Lorenzo." Claire said, gesturing to the boy who was wrapping a vine around a fence post.
"Who?" Ben asked as he, Nate, Ali, and Jenny stepped closer to her. It was a teenage boy that was no more than 18 years old.
"The boy?" Nate asked gently and Claire nodded, her eyes never leaving the boy. Nate and Ben were silent for a moment before they sighed. "All right, nana. Let's get you in the shade." Nate insisted. "Shall we?"
Ali approached the boy. If Claire mistook this teenage boy as Lorenzo, then perhaps he could be Lorenzo's grandson. "Mi scusi? Sai dov'è Lorenzo Bartolini?"(Excuse me, do you know where Lorenzo Bartolini is?) the blonde asked
