Chapter 115 Italy

• The Italian countryside was alive with the hum of daily life as Amanda awoke to the soft, golden sunlight spilling through the windows of Nonna’s villa. She stretched, feeling more rested than she had in weeks, and let the serene beauty of her surroundings sink in. The heavy weight of the past seemed to lift slightly in this new environment, though the echoes of her heartbreak still lingered.
• Downstairs, the smell of freshly brewed coffee and baked bread filled the air. Nonna was already bustling around the kitchen, humming a cheerful tune as she kneaded dough on the counter. Amanda entered, tying her hair back and greeting the older woman with a small smile.
• "Buongiorno, cara," Nonna said, her warm eyes lighting up at the sight of Amanda. "Did you sleep well?"