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Lombardy, Italy; Milan 1983
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A black person wasn't your typical everyday joe you'd see in a primarily homogeneous society like in Italy . Yeah you had your occasional fashion runway models from Kenya and Brazil maybe even from Nepal, that had been severely assimilated to fit Italian standards, But never a "regular American" black girl,who just so happened to be born in Italy and into wealth. It was a rare commodity.
That's what y/n l/n was. The daughter of the renowned Dr. (y/l/n) , Archeology professor at standford university. Y/n visited back and fourth from Italy to the states and normally stayed in Italy during the summer.
Every summer her father came back to the countryside of Lombardy to go Study the Archeology of Milan and such, blah blah blah. What more could he already discover? Hell He lived here for almost 20 years before y/n was born.
Y/n didn't mind though. The Nice walks along the beautiful scenic countryside of Italy,or shopping for the latest fashion trends in the heart of Milan were nice, Despite most of her time being spent cooped up in her own corner of the world while in Italy.
She had her own little apartment so to speak. A cute little cottage like house that sat right at the top of the vineyard her family owned as a property.
It sat with a beautiful view of mountains and trees and wildlife of all sorts isolated from the rest of the vineyard. It came equipped with everything one needed: a kitchen, bedroom bathroom; including miscellaneous rooms filled with trinkets, like a piano and violin and so on.
At a young age y/n excelled in the arts, her specialty being music. I mean it's Italy for Crying out loud! Bach, Mozart, Vivaldi you name it.
Being an only child really had an impact on y/n. It gave her a sense of responsibility at such a young age, now being at the ripe age of 17 she was able to go out and conquer the world, she had her head on a swivel and made perfectly sensible decisions. At a point her parents trusted her so much they allowed her to go to visit between the states and Italy by herself by the time she was 15 to go visit her grandparents and attend school.
That was until He came along.
It was the summer of 1983, princess Diana was on tour in Australia, a new Star Wars movie came out, Michael Jackson was at the top of the world, what a time to be alive!
