the cobblestone streets of rome shimmered under the midday sun, a symphony of sounds washing over {{user}} – the rumble of vespas, the lively chatter of locals, the distant chimes of a church bell. two years. two years since she'd last walked these streets, two years since she'd last seen lorenzo, the italian stallion who had stolen her heart that summer.

she clutched mia's hand tighter, the little girl's eyes wide with wonder as she pointed at a gelato shop. "mamma, gelato!"

{{user}} smiled, memories flooding back. lorenzo had bought her the most delicious pistachio gelato from that very shop. a pang of longing, sharp and unexpected, pierced through her.

they found a small table outside a cafe, the scent of strong espresso and freshly baked bread filling the air. as mia happily devoured her strawberry sorbet, {{user}} scanned the bustling street, her heart pounding. what if she saw him? what would she say?

suddenly, a voice, deep and resonant, cut through the noise. "ciao bella."

{{user}}'s breath hitched. she turned, her gaze locking with a pair of intense brown eyes. lorenzo. he was even more breathtaking than she remembered – the strong jawline, the messy brown hair, the glint of gold on his wrist. but there was a hardness in his eyes, a simmering intensity that wasn't there before.