"You showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days."
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Matilda Monroe always dreamed of traveling the world. She decides to leave her life behind and spend the summer in Italy.
Matilda comes across the Sunset Lake winery...
I usually put my translations in the comments but there's a full conversation in Italian in this chapter, the translations are in parenthesis next to the dialogue. I hope it's not complicated to understand. Happy reading <3
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"You better not think with your dick on this trip," Robert hollers at me on the other end of our phone call.
"What else am I supposed to think with?" I sarcastically questioned.
"Your fucking brain!" He yells again, making my lips curl into a smile.
"Why are you so grumpy today? I swear the closer this trip gets the more of an asshole you become."
"I don't want you to blow it, that's all."
"Bullshit," I laugh, "This is the first time I'm bringing a girl so you're worried my head won't be in the right place and I'll fuck up our delivery. Am I right?"
Robert lets out an exaggerated sigh, "Yes."
"Have a little faith in me, I know how to separate business and pleasure."
"Sorry to say this but I have very little faith in you."
"You're a dick."
"Well, at least I'm not thinking with mine."
"Knock it off! I have everything planned out. Matilda and I are leaving Friday morning and since we're driving we'll get there sometime during the night but the wine will be delivered to our warehouse in the afternoon. Early Saturday morning I'll get the wine and distribute it to our buyers."
Robert hums in approval.
"Are we done?" I asked.
"Yeah we're good," He finally says, "Don't fuck it up!"
"Goodbye!" I quickly pull my phone away from my ear and hang up.
I huff, placing my phone in the back pocket of my jeans. I slide my blue baseball cap on top of my head left and right, trying to relieve the itch I had in the middle of my forehead.
My feet stomp against the cobblestone street, my eyes quickly browse each car that was parked on the side of the small road. I finally spot my transportation and pull my keys out of my pocket. Right before I reach it my ankle caves out, turning to its side.
I throw my arms in front of me, attempting to catch myself. I fail to do so when the side of my body falls to the ground and my temple thumps against a stone. My face scrunches in pain. I bring my fingers up to the sore spot. The moment I touch it a sting of pain hits me.
I hiss, pulling my fingers away. I glance down at my fingers to see a small spot of blood. I groan, pulling myself up. As soon as I'm back on my feet I spot a small bench a couple of steps away from my car. I fumble over, taking a seat.
