1875

September 1875,

Nikita D'Amiano started hazily at Milan's blue sky, at the age of 11 she had seen it all, the cruel streets of her beloved city had taught her so much about life and humans. It should've been another cold year like all the others since she was orphaned, this year however, changed everything. As the crowd gathered around news paper boys, gossiping about the new law that ends chimney sweeping, her mind wondered to a boy like no other, and his smile that made her feel warm and safe.

She didn't understand love nor has she ever seen it, but in that moment she knew, she had fallen for the only person she couldn't have,

"Alfredo.." even his name tasted like honey on her tongue, she always felt warmer around him, though now the cold wind greeted her as she walked through the streets.

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At the age of 25, Nikita was no longer that stray puppy that hated everyone, she worked much more harder than anyone to gain status and power in the Italian community. She was one of the pioneering figures in Women's rights movement in Italy, literate and graceful, full of life and lethal. She also was a beauty that charmed many around her, though never giving her heart to anyone, she had learnt that maybe love wasn't made for her, she needn't it. Amongst her busy life and dangerous debates, she once again meet with a set of navy blue eyes and a smile that once made her heart flatter.

Alfredo Millinaro was as handsome as he was at 12 years old, still a sweet talker, a treat for sore eyes and a gentleman. His medical career was blossoming and his name was everywhere, a doctor of a noble heritage. Her being with him has caused a fuss in the aristocratic community, who was Nikita D'Amiano? The only thing that Nikita knows that once again she finds herself gravitating towards him, towards that warmth that she though was only his, she was burned by that warmth once, so why was she falling into his bed when she had already closed her heart to everything related to men?