Italy [Preview]
Written by WillowxSecrets
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Italy is a beautiful country.
It's like a red wine---smooth, classy, mysterious…
I remember the opal black night with those miniature spotlights scattered across the sky. I even remember the small, sweet breeze that sailed across my cheek.
I checked my newly bought handbag. A deep, beautiful leather. I checked to see if I had the correct amount of money, nodded when I knew I was right, then pushed the restaurant door open.
This is the part when my memories make me cry…there were cream walls, a faded white ceiling with lamps dangling from it, making that romantic Italy glow…a Mona Lisa knockoff by one of the booths, the smell of bread and pasta with garlic sauce…my cheeks automatically swelled ruby red from the warmth of the place…
Then I looked up.
My entire life changed.
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Miley Cyrus.
Italy.
"Mmmm," she complained as I wiped her tomato sauce-caked lips with a paper towel.
"Your fault, kid," I replied with a shrug.
My daughter didn't seem to like this response. With a cheesy smile, she took the little bowl of Spaghetti-Os I made her and let it plop, with an appetizing smack, right on the floor.
I groaned. "Italyyyyyyy."
Italy beamed at me, into which I caved in and laughed. She giggled and messed with her Someone In New York Loves Me bib.
"You're such a pain, Taly," I said, smiling and shaking my head.
I used the paper towel to wipe up the sauce as my doorbell rang.
"Door's open!" I called to who I knew was Kourtney.
Ever-so-perfect Kourtney Kardashian scurried into my room, her arms full of grocery bags.
"Hi, hi, hi!" she said, kissing the side of Italy's head with a smack. She did the same to me. "How're you, Miley?"
"Good," I said, washing my hands.
She set the bags down on the counter, as well as her purse. She smiled. "Miley, I have something awesome to tell you."