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Some say fate begins with a look. Others believe it starts with a word. But for Carter, it began with a statue's breast.
He had been to Italy for work, four hours by train from his temporary life in Switzerland. Carter, a director at a pharmaceutical company, Carter had long buried himself in spreadsheets and strategy meetings, trading connection for ambition. Loneliness came in quiet waves, especially during those long international travels where time zones and hotel pillows reminded him how far he'd drifted from something real.
Then came Juliet. Or rather, her statue.
It was just a moment, a curious gesture whispered by centuries of folklore: "Grab her breast for luck in love." Carter chuckled at the absurdity, but did it anyway. Just for fun.
He didn't expect anything to change.
But within days, a new match appeared on a dating app. Nancy, Singapore, Strong, independent, working three jobs and still managing to look like she stepped out of a dream. Their worlds could not have been more different, yet somehow, the stars, or maybe Juliet, had something else in mind.
And so began their story. A connection spanning 11,680 kilometers. A conversation born from laughter, sincerity, and one impulsive touch of bronze.
Some say it's foolish to believe in signs. But Scott wasn't so sure anymore.
Because the night he held Juliet's statue... fate might have reached back.