Paris In The Rain [h.s]

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AN: Hiiiii thank you for reading first of all. Just wanted to let you know that these first handful of chapters aren't all that great :/ Sorry about that but hopefully they get better as you continue to read? Love ya and enjoy <3

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Italy.

It was everyone's dream destination that they wanted to visit at least once in their lifetime. The beautiful architecture leaves people in awe no matter how many times they've seen it. Famous paintings never fail to leave them speechless. Lovers make it their honeymoon and tourist make it their number one spot on their list.

Me. I made it my home.

When I was just ten years old, my family visited Italy and I immediately fell in love just like everyone else. I vowed that when I turned eighteen I would move here. So I did. I left home and moved to Italy the same day I turned eighteen.

During those eight years before I moved here, I prepared. I learned Italian, which didn't seem to be necessary since almost everyone I met spoke English. I planned what college I was going to go to, and where I was going to live. Saving up the money was a hard task but thankfully my parents offered to pay for college, so that made things easier. All of it was worth it in the end.

Now I'm twenty-four and own my own florist business. Flowers have always been a passion of mine. Their beautiful colors and sweet scent never failed to put me in a good mood. My grandmother had a humongous garden when I was younger and taught me all about flowers. I like to think that by having my flower shop I'm closer to her.

"Good morning. Today is a beautiful day, isn't it?" Luca says from behind the counter as I walk inside the cafe.

"It certainly is," I smile, grabbing my cup of coffee from the counter. Luca always had my cup of coffee ready for me in the mornings. I insisted that he didn't need to do that but he refuses to stop, "Have a good day, Luca!" I wave before leaving the cafe just as quickly as I had arrived.

Italy early in the morning feels like you're in a completely different dimension. The streets aren't as crowded with tourists and the sun is just barely in the sky, turning the clouds different shades of tangerine orange and bubblegum pink. Everything about Italy just mesmerizes me...from the smallest local shop to the worldwide known Pantheon.

I live in Rome but travel to Venice and Florence occasionally. If I could live in all three places I would. Sorrento is the place I plan on living at when I'm finished with the flower business. Something about that city just makes me feel at home. I wasn't sure if it was the beautiful colored buildings or the crystal clear water, but it felt like home.

Today was like any other day that I spent in Rome, Italy. I woke up early to get ready for work, not feeling like getting up today. It was Friday though, so I couldn't complain. Random people passing me in the street greeted me with smiles and kind words, almost as if they've known me their entire lives.

While some people could be rather friendly, there were always that select few that were in a rush as they hurriedly passed me on the street, completely oblivious to the beautiful scenery around them as their minds only revolved around work and money.

Flowers always seemed to put that little extra pep in my step though. Their sweet aroma and bright colors never failed to send that wave of serotonin rushing through me. The outside of my shop, 'Aurora's Flowers', was filled with flowers and many different shades of colors. It was almost as if they were greeting you before you entered the true world of the beautiful petals and arrangements...preparing you for what's to come.