I spend most of the early hours of the morning getting ready for breakfast with Clarice and Harry. Because the weather is supposed to be nice today, I decide to wear my white lace romper and black ankle strap sandals to match. As I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, combing out the knots in my hair, I contemplate whether or not I should wake Zayn up, so he can start getting ready.

I mentioned the idea of having breakfast with Clarice and Harry last night when I got back to the hotel, and he seemed very indifferent about it. Once I finish grooming my hair, I exit the bathroom and walk over to where Zayn is soundly asleep on the bed. I take a few minutes to admire how peaceful he looks and the way his lips make a pout each time he takes a deep breath.

Glancing over my shoulder, I look at the clock in the cable box above our television and see that it is a quarter to eight. Zayn takes longer to get ready than I do, and I know it is crucial that I wake him up now if we want to be on time for breakfast. But for some reason, I just can't bring myself to, and I don't know why.

With a sigh, I turn back around and press a gentle kiss to Zayn's forehead. He stirs slightly in his sleep because of the action but does not open his eyes or awake from his slumber. I grab a pen and pad of paper from the nightstand and write Zayn a note for when he does wake up. I leave our bedroom shortly afterwards and walk into the living room where the mini fridge is. I grab a bottle of Fiji water and sit on the sofa while unscrewing the cap and taking a sip. Time seems to pass by slowly, and I only have my thoughts to keep myself occupied.

I'm a little nervous about how breakfast will go with Harry and Clarice. I've been good at keeping my cool so far even when Harry's rude to me, but I don't know how long my self control will last. What has been keeping me from snapping at him is the fact that I can see how much he cares for his grandmother. I've convinced myself that he's still trying to make sure I will bring Clarice no harm, and today I hope I can lay his worries to rest.

I leave my hotel at a quarter to nine and make the short trip across the green lawn to get to the Star hotel. I wait for Clarice and Harry in the hotel lobby and smile once I see them exit the elevator with the rest of the crowd. Harry appears to be slightly frazzled from the elevator ride but shows signs of relief to be outside. Clarice greets me with a warm smile and gives me a hug.

"Good morning, Sofia. Are only you joining us for breakfast, dear?" Clarice asks me once she pulls away, resting her hands on my arms.

I flicker my eyes between Clarice's and Harry's expectant gazes before nodding my head. "Yes, I decided to let my fiancé sleep in today. Perhaps we'll all be able to meet another time," I explain to her.

Clarice opens her mouth to say something in response but is cut off by the sound of Harry clearing his throat. I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing when Clarice flashes her eyes to her grandson in annoyance.

"Excuse me, but would you ladies mind saving the chit-chat until we're at the breakfast table?" He raises his eyebrows as he looks between me and his grandmother. "I'm absolutely starved."

I roll my eyes and shake my head at him. Harry doesn't seem to care much for an answer though since he walks past me and Clarice to enter the buffet lounge.

"Come darling. We can continue talking while we're eating our breakfast," She assures me.

Clarice links one of her arms with mine and escorts the two of us into the lounge. I take from different trays of food and pile on the fruits and pastries to my plate. I'm satisfied with my chocolate chip scone, bowl of oatmeal and strawberries, and glass of Apple juice and decide to join Harry at the table he picked for us outside while Clarice continues browsing the food options.

"Nice day today. Isn't it?" I comment in my attempt to make conversation as I set my plate down on the table and pull out a chair for myself.

Harry looks up at me with his cheeks puffed up from chewing a mouthful of Frosted Flakes cereal. He swallows the flakes down and wipes the milk stain off the corner of his mouth with his thumb before answering me.

"Yes, I suppose so," He agrees before going back to eating his bowl of cereal.

Things fall silent between us again. Harry's eyebrows knit together, and he looks like he is in deep thought. However, before I can inquire about what's gnawing at his thoughts, Clarice slides into the seat next to Harry and begins chatting up a storm about the food the hotel is serving from breakfast.

"My God. I haven't had an omelette that tasted this good in ages," Clarice groans in pure delight as she eats a piece of it off her fork.

I watch her eat with amusement. "What? You mean to tell me that they don't make them like this back in England?" I tease her while ripping off a chunk of my chocolate scone.

I bite into it slowly and try to capture the crumbs that fall from my mouth into the palm of my hand. Inevitably, I end up making a bit of a mess and have to use my napkin to wipe off the crumbs from the table. When I glance back up at the pair seated across from me, I see Harry gazing at me with a small smirk and for some reason his smile makes me blush.

"Good ones like these are hard to come by," Clarice confesses with a look of disappointment in her eyes.

I'm suddenly reminded of a valuable piece of information by her revelation. "Well, Clarice. My fiancé's family owns a restaurant in England. He once told me they make the best breakfast food and world's greatest omelettes," I inform her. "I'd be happy to refer you to it if you return."

Clarice's eyes widen in surprise and a beautiful smile overtakes her features. I had never seen an elderly woman look so elated before, but I learned overtime that Clarice appreciates small gestures like this more than anything.

"That would be absolutely wonderful!" She exclaims.

Her excitement brings a smile to my face as I begin eating my oatmeal. Most of our breakfast is spent talking about Clarice's and Harry's life back in England and my life back in New York. Once we finish eating our breakfast, we all relocate to the patio by the pool side and continue our conversation there.

"So, I assume you're here because you would like to find Angelo. Am I right, Clarice?" I ask her while folding my hands on the table.

My eyes flicker over towards Harry for a brief moment to see his reaction, and I watch an annoyed expression appear on his face. I dart my eyes back to Clarice and send her an encouraging smile.

"Yes, I would, but I don't know where to begin," Clarice admits with a frown. "I had Harry look up the wine vineyard Angelo used to work, and he told me it closed down about forty years ago."

"Do you think he would have left Italy?" I inquire as I take out my phone and open a specialized database I use to find people for work.

She shakes her head almost instantly. "No, Angelo loved it here too much to ever leave."

"Can you tell me Angelo's full name?" I ask.

"His name is Angelo Espositto," Clarice says softly.

I quickly type in Angelo's full name along with Verona to see what popped up. I receive seventy-four possible hits as a result.

"Do either of you have a map of the city by chance?" I ask both Harry and Clarice.

Harry shakes his head no, but I see Clarice frantically rummaging through her purse. I sigh in relief when she finally pulls out the map and lays it out on the table. I take out a red marker from my purse and begin to scatter red dots across the page that correspond with the information I have on my phone.

When I finish, I look up at both Harry and Clarice to see them staring at me with bewildered expressions on their faces.

"What are you doing?" I hear Harry ask.

"I just entered the information Clarice gave me into a search engine and received over seventy results. Then, I drew the red dots that appeared on my phone on this map," I explain to them both with a smile.

Harry scoffs at my words and swings his arms around the back of his chair. "Are you kidding me? We don't have enough time to search for over seventy Angelos," He argues. "Do you hear this nan?"

"Relax Harry. No one said we were going to need to search for all seventy-four of them," I retort before concentrating my gaze on Clarice. "Clarice, is there anywhere you and Angelo have visited that holds special meaning to you both?" I ask her.

"Well..." She trails off with a concentrated frown on her face. Clarice takes a few moments to gather her thoughts before responding with, "we would always go to our special tree in Siena and then drive around the countryside together."

I nod along to her words, remembering the Cypress tree Clarice mentioned in her letter to Juliet. "Can I borrow your necklace for a second Clarice?" I request.

She unfastens the clip at the back of her neck and places the necklace in the palm of my hand. I rope it around my index finger and place it on the center of the red dot where Siena is.

"Again, what are you doing?" Harry blurts out, momentarily making me break my focus.

"Shh Harry!" Clarice scolds her grandson. "Let the woman work in peace."

I set the red marker at the other end of the necklace and draw a circle around the red dot in the middle. I smile in satisfaction after taking note of how many less dots are now inside the circle.

"As a fact checker, it is my job to find things, and I do that by using a process of elimination and caveat emptor. I just got us from seventy-four Angelos to thirty-five," I state proudly.

"My goodness, you are amazing Sofia!" Clarice declares while gazing back and forth between me and Harry who appears to be unimpressed.

"You use caveat emptor?" Harry asks me with a skeptical look in his eyes.

That's it. "Oh, can get off your high horse for damn two seconds, Harry? I went to Brown University, majored in Art History, minored in Latin, and graduated magna cum laude!" I retaliate with my cheeks flushed in anger. "I'm so tired of having to prove myself to you."

Harry's face contorts into a frown at my sudden outburst, but before he can articulate his response, Clarice silences him with her hand on his arm.

"Harry, didn't you tell me back in the hotel room that you wanted to go for a swim?" She reminds him. "Sofia and I are trying to work, so if you're going to continue being a nuisance, I have to ask you to leave now."

Harry scoffs as he rises from his chair at his grandmother's request. "I hope you know that this is madness, complete and utter madness, nan," He complains, throwing his arm in the air for emphasis.

"Have a nice swim darling," Clarice says dismissively.

"Madness..."

I watch Harry angrily kick his penny loafers off his feet and peel his pink polo shirt off his torso. I drink in the sight of all the ink covering his tanned body with wide eyes. Two swallows lie beneath his collarbones, a boat sits on his ribcage, a butterfly lies in the middle of his stomach, a mermaid and an anchor stick to his arm—I would never have guessed Harry had this many tattoos hidden underneath his clothes because of how uptight he seems all the time.

Harry glances at me and Clarice over his shoulder once more before shaking his head and diving into the pool, making a loud splash. I find my self-control once again when Harry is no longer in sight and turn to face Clarice to apologize for my outburst. However, what she says before I can speak causes my mouth to open and close like a fish out of water.

"My grandson's is a good looking sort. Isn't he?" Clarice nudges my side with her elbow, quirking her eyebrows up in a smile.

I had to admit; she caught me off guard with that one. I tilt my head from side to side, giving her comment some thought, before opening my mouth to ask her, "When do you want to begin searching for Angelo?"

"Oh, well, right away," She tells me as the smile continues to grow on her face. "Would you have the time to join us?" Clarice surprises me by asking.

I bite my lip in thought and unlock my phone to call my fiancé. "Give me two minutes, and I'll let you know," I inform her while rising to my feet.

I dial Zayn's number and bring the phone up to my ear. I quietly excuse myself from the table and walk farther down the patio to have some more privacy.

"Hey babe. How'd you sleep?" I ask as soon as my fiancé picks up the phone.

"Oh, fine. Best sleep I've had in awhile. Hey, I'm actually at..." The loud noises in the background drown out the sound of Zayn's voice, and I have trouble hearing him.

I plug my other ear to try and hear him better, but it doesn't seem to work. "Sorry, can you say that last bit again? It's so loud that I couldn't hear what you said the first time," I explain to him.

"I'm at a conference in Livorno representing Goldman Sachs right now," He restates.

A moment of silence falls between us before I feel my breath hitch in my throat upon processing his words. "Livorno?" I repeat after him. "And when were you planning on telling me about this conference, huh Zayn?" I raise my voice at him in anger.

"Look, babe. I'm only going to be there for a few days. The money I'll be making working overtime will be enough to pay for renovations to our apartment," Zayn tries to reason with me.

As if that makes the fact he just up and left okay.

"Forget about the renovations, I am your fiancé. You should have told me about this Zayn," I say to him with a frown. "Anyway, I was calling just to tell you that Clarice wants me to accompany her and her grandson, Harry, in their search for Angelo. She wants to find her lover from the letter she wrote Juliet sixty years ago," I inform him with a sigh.

"Well, that's great babe. At least you'll be keeping yourself busy while I'm gone," My fiancé points out. "Hey, listen, I have to go. Henry Rodgin Cohen is the keynote speaker, and he is about to come on stage. I miss you already. Call me if you need anything."

"Okay, I love—" The line goes dead on his end before I can complete the rest of my sentence.

I shut off my phone after taking a deep breath and turn around to make my way back to Clarice. I see Harry is finally out of the pool and drying off with a towel on a chair. I don't want them to know anything is wrong, so I plaster a smile on my face as I approach them and take my seat again.

"Well, I have good news," I announce to the pair first before revealing to them what it is, "I can come with you guys!"

"Sofia can come with us to find Angelo," Clarice clarifies so Harry won't be confused. "Isn't that fantastic, dear?"

"Why yes! That is just fantastic, nan!" Harry responds with a grimace, making himself look somewhat constipated. His reaction makes me laugh.

"How long do you have with us before you leave Verona, Sofia?" She asks me.

"About two weeks which means we should plan to visit two to three Angelos per day," I inform the both of them.

"Great, then we can begin the search tomorrow," Clarice states with an excited grin, clapping her hands together.

"I'm so proud of you, Clarice," I tell her before wrapping my arms around her body in an embrace. "Tomorrow is when your love story begins again."

A/N

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