Hey guys, I felt bad that I might not update, so I woke up early for you guys. Be happy. This chapter is Nina's article and a little after.

I would like to take this time to thank a few dedicated reviewers, who have updated almost every chap, I love you guys! Angela1997, HoaLotsAtla, Fina2212, patrome4ever, and ilovehoa123. You guys are the best and your reviews make me smile! Anyway, story time!

I don't own Hoa or letters to Juliet.

Nina's POV

My story went public today, I thought you might want to hear it.

Can Love Survive 50 Years?

By Nina Martin

Can love survive fifty years? That's the question. When I came to Verona with my fiancé I expected to usual, sightseeing and eating. I mean what else do you do in Italy? But, when my fiancé left to meet suppliers for his restaurant, fate brought me elsewhere.

I met the secretaries of Juliet Capulet, who work for the city of Verona. Three women named, Amber Millington (24), Patricia Williamson (25), and Mara Jaffray (24) write letters to women who write to them with love problems. But they don't use the mail system and a stamp. They place these letters on a wall near Juliet's house. I was lucky enough to help these women write back.

As I walked through the courtyard by the wall for the third time, picking the letters off the wall, I noticed a letter sticking out of a brick. I pulled it out and pulled out the brick in the process. As I went to place the brick back in its rightful spot I noticed something. A letter. But, this letter was written fifty years ago. I brought it back to the secretaries and read it aloud.

It was about a girl of fifteen, named Trudy Rehman an English girl who lived in Liverpool, England who met a man named Ade Bartolini in the summer of 1961. They fell in love but they lived far away. Ade had told Trudy to stay with him and they could run away with together. But Trudy ran. She was a young girl who was scared. She was scared that her parent's wouldn't approve of her getting married at 15.

I did the unthinkable, I wrote her back. Less than a week later a man arrived at the door of the secretaries. Saying his name was Fabian Rutter and he was the grandson of Trudy.

But he wasn't happy about the letter. He told me I was crazy to believe in True Love. I followed him after he stormed out and met Trudy. We had dinner and I told her about my dream to become a writer and she told me she wanted to look for Ade.

So, this is where the real story begins. In Siena, where she thought Ade was. We knocked on the door, and he answered it with a 'Si?' I had a feeling that Trudy knew this wasn't him, because she looked in his eyes and frowned. But she asked him anyway. But, he told us that he was gay and he knew that by 1961.

So we looked up the Ade Bartolini's in Siena. There was over 90! So we set out on this quest to find her one true love. Fabian wasn't to happy, but I was warming up to him, sort of. But as we drove around for about three hours, I felt sick.

I can tell you first hand that carsickness is not fun. But this was an important moment, I finally realized that Fabian was a caring person.

As we looked more and more and more. After a few days we still hadn't found Trudy's Ade, but I had I feeling mine was nearby. At first, I thought maybe it was my fiancé. But I turned around and saw Fabian. Smiling at me. I smile back.

I was beginning to feel something for him, but I had a fiancé. We looked on and on and on. We came across what looked like just another Ade but there was no one home. A man pulled up on a Vespa and told us that Ade Bartolini was dead.

Fabian wasn't too thrilled. He was angry with me for causing his Gran this pain. He insisted we give up. I wasn't ready to give up and neither was Trudy and I told him so. He told me to stop thinking that True Love wasn't just something out of a fairytale and that I had no idea what it felt like to lose someone you love.

That's where I cried. I did know what it felt like. But, he assumed I didn't. Most people would think that I hated him, but I didn't. He didn't know. But I was disappointed.

That night he pounded on the door, saying that he had things that he hadn't said. But I wouldn't let him in. Somehow he got in on his own though. I dashed under the covers trying to hide my tear stained face. He showed me his humorous side and may have gotten a giggle out of me.

But he knew that he wasn't completely forgiven yet. He gave me the most heartfelt apology I had ever heard. But, I still didn't want him to see me. He said that he would have to make me come out. I giggled again and wondered how he would do that.

Let's just say he found my weakness. He tickled me and showed no mercy. But, I got my revenge.

But, it was still no more. The next day we were heading back to Verona. But, we stopped at a Vineyard to get a tour. And there he was. Ade. The real Ade. They both knew right away.

But, I no longer have a fiancé. He met someone else. And we were both happier. But, Fabian will never be my second choice. He was always my first. I was just scared like Trudy was.

So the question is Can True Love last fifty years? The answer is yes. Because I have received an invitation to the wedding of Trudy Rehman and Ade Bartolini.

So, that was my article. I am in a plane right now heading to the wedding. With my new dress, (on my profile) ready to run back to Fabian.

I rented a car and drove to the Bartolini House. When I got there I spotted Fabian right away.

"FABIAN!" I shouted.

"Nina?" he asked.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, happy to inhale his scent again.

"I missed you so much." I told him.

"Fabes?" a girls voice echoed in my ears.

"Yeah, Joy?" he said.

"We're ready when you are." Joy, HIS GIRLFRIEND, said.

I felt like I had just been stabbed in the heart.

"Fabian, I'll see you later okay?" I said, "Nice to meet you Joy."

"Okay, bye?" he said.

I felt like crying. I sat next to Amber and Jerome who was with Mara.

"Nina, what's wrong?" Amber asked.

"Nothing, nothing." I said.

"Nina, you are not okay." Jerome added.

"I'm fine." I repeated.

"Nina," Amber said, "Is this about Fabian?"

I burst into tears at the mention of his name.

The wedding began, luckily and people thought I was crying because the ceremony was so beautiful.

After the ceremony Fabian approached me.

"I want to see your article." He said.

"Oh, well um, you can't." I told him.

"And why not?" he smiled.

God, that smile.

"I-I didn't get published." I said.

That's where I leave you guys! Poor Nina. Well, please don't kill me. Deuces!