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Artists in Italy

Artists in Italy

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Romance
Artists in Italy serves my favorite trope of enemies to lovers. Aria and Angelo are two extraordinary artists. although they find interest in the same field of art, they approach it differently. the former relates herself with modernist art and the latter with the classic renaissance art. Both of them struggle with the conservative mind set of their families regarding their field. They value their art too much and when they both see the right opportunity they seize it, even if it meant to work together. What will happen when they are given 40 days to complete a piece of work? Will they be able to do it together? How will they be able to blend? And how will they fall in love in the process of hating each other.
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