All is Not Lost
After losing the love of my life and having my heart broken, I found myself broke and without a job or a friend in the world. I decided I was done—done with love and done with life. That’s when I had an idea—a brilliant one if I might say so myself. I rented an Airbnb in Italy and traveled there with the intention of never coming back. I wanted to drink myself to oblivion in fine Italian wine.
Then along came Giovanni Bianchi.
Giovanni lives in the villa next door to my Airbnb and is as annoying as they get. Handsome, sweet, rich, and so irritating I want to scream. Yet I can’t help falling for him as the days go by. I try hard not to engage with him, but he keeps popping up, stopping by or bumping into me as I walk to the store to get more wine. He won’t leave me alone even if I try to ignore him.
Why can’t a girl just be left to wallow in self-pity all alone?
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