I walked through the streets of Verona, making my way back to the room that Lovino and I were sharing. I weaved my way through the small crowds, stopping for a moment after passing in between a couple of parked scooters, waiting for a car to drive by before crossing. I looked down the street, seeing my Lovino standing on the balcony, talking on the phone.

"Amelia! Amelia! La mia bella Amelia!" I giggled as he shouted to me, quickly making my way over to the entrance. When I got there, he was making his way out, arms up and talking about how much he loved it here. I put my hands on the sides of his face, his hands going to my back to pull me closer as I gave him a kiss.

"I have to show you the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life." I grabbed his hand, walking slowly backwards towards my destination, but he pulled me back towards him, his words overlapping mine, "You know what is even more amazing? I just got off the phone with Signor Mancini and he has arranged private tours with all my suppliers." He led me to the car and opened the passenger side door for me, letting go of my hand to walk briskly to the other side. I stepped in front of the door, not really following his excited rambling anymore, just catching that we were starting with "The oldest and most beautiful vineyard in all of Veneto."

I put my hands on the hood, giving him a small look when he finally stopped and looked at me, "Lovi, this trip is supposed to be about us, it's supposed to be romantic." I leaned forward on my hands, fixing the strap on my dress as it fell and watched him walk back over, "No, no. You don't understand Amelia, this is the oldest and most beautiful vineyard. It is romantic, alright? We're going to go there, drink a little wine, get a little tipsy, then come back and..." He trailed off, smiling. I chuckled and blushed, understanding what he was insinuating. He laughed and wrapped his arms back around my waist, giving me another kiss, "Let's go then."


On the way to our "romantic outing" we talked about my work, and how I can never actually talk to Bobby about writing, even though it is my passion, as Lovi says. I could tell, though, that he wasn't paying attention to me, I could feel his excitement bubbling and it showed in his face and how he smiled. I love him, but would it kill him to take a break from work, even thinking about it, and spend some time with me? I smiled over to him as we got out, his arm automatically going around me as we started the tour of the vineyard.

They explained things well, Lovi joining in sometimes when they said something in Italian that I didn't understand, but every time he looked at me, I knew he could tell I was bored and uninterested. I tried to not show it, but it proved useless when he arm slipped from my shoulder and they let me walk slightly behind them. 'Oh yeah. Totally romantic. I'm surrounded by grapes, and I'm being left behind.'

I knew I was being a bit selfish, and that's all I thought about as I was handed my glasses of wine. But, this trip wasn't meant for work, it was meant to be for us because we knew we wouldn't get a honeymoon. I smiled as the guide and Lovino looked at me, taking the last drink of my wine, 'As long as he's happy.' Our day went on, leaving the vineyard after being fed the best bread and cheese to go with his choice of wine, and we went to many other places. One of them being a cheese place, I was surrounded by cheese, having little slices fed to me, until I was just taking them from his hands, unable to eat anymore.

We decided to leave though, when I leaned over to Lovino, whispering to him that if I saw, smelt, or tasted anymore cheese then I was going to throw up. He led me out to the car, going back in to continue his talk with the cheese man, saying he was only going to take a minute, but coming back out, on the phone again, almost an hour later. "Ok, Amelia. That was Signor Mancini again. He's invited us to this incredible forest that is only like 120 kilometers away and they have the most amazing truffles." Lovino walked back to the car, leaving me behind again. "120 kilometers?" I asked, and he looked back at me, commenting how it isn't like miles. "I understand the difference, but I don't understand why you want to go 120 kilometers to see a mushroom."

He made a noise like he was constipated and looked like I had shot him, "Amelia, its a truffle, a tartufo. You know, you put it on top of the pasta. I mean, you've been having a good day, right?" I nodded, looking away to avoid meeting his eyes, "It's been fine, but now, to be honest, I just don't feel like going to see a mushroom." He looked away for a moment before nodding, "Its ok, that's fine. I get it, just please, tesoro, don't call it a mushroom." He grabbed me, putting his arm back around me and leading me to my side of the car.


"You know what? Why don't you go see the truffle and I'll go do my thing and sight-see?" I looked over to him, hoping that he would decline and say that he wanted to spend the rest of the day with me, but that didn't happen. He looked over to me, the biggest and brightest smile on his face, "Yeah! Perfect! Win-win, right?"