You meet Rohna Facchini in Florence, behind the Duomo at dawn, where the city is still quiet and the flower market barely awake.

She’s tucked between stalls, whispering flower meanings under her breath until she slips a red camellia into your pocket and says she’s tired of longing.

Later that night, you sneak into the Boboli Gardens. Flashlight in hand, she leads you through moonlit blooms until you reach a patch of forget-me-nots.

Her voice softens. “So stay.” she says.

Will you answer what her heart left unspoken ?