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If heaven had Wi-Fi and an espresso bar, it would look like Pomería.
An island off the Italian coast that no one could find on Google Maps. But it had turquoise waves, terracotta rooftops, and lemon trees that smelled like love and danger. The locals swore the place was blessed or cursed, depending who you asked.
For the last two seasons, Love Unveiled had been the wildest reality show on television. Season one ended with a vampire confession under the tropical sun. Season two went viral for turning a Louisiana dating show into a literal exorcism.
So naturally, the network said, "You know who should be our next Bachelorette?"
Me. Zitalia Rivera. Yeah. Me. The host. The sidekick. The one who always said, "Girl, that man's eyes just glowed, run!"
Apparently, the fans wanted to see me find love. And maybe, I wanted that too.