Crownie woke up late — again. She sighed. She needed to stop binging on late night movies. It was worth it in its own way, if she could convince her tired brain of that.
She had recently relocated to her dream country, Italy, because of it’s history, the arts, the ambience and maybe the famous hot Italian men.
‘Maybe’, she said, as she winked to herself.
Being a fashion designer and baker, Italy seemed the place to perfect her arts and maybe start a business, hopefully. Hope and her faith in Jesus Christ was her anchor, otherwise, she was toast.