*Bella*
As we approached the familiar streets of Florence, I couldn't shake off the mix of emotions swirling within me. Excitement, nostalgia, and a tinge of apprehension all melded together as the jet touched down. This was home, where every corner held a memory, some were bitter and some were sweet.
Standing at the boarding stairs with Dad, I took in a deep breath, savoring the scent of familiarity that hung in the air. Florence—the city where I had spent my entire life until the scandal forced me to leave for Rome. But now, I was back.
"Ready, princess?" Dad's voice broke through my thoughts, his grin infectious as he nudged me gently with his elbow. I looped my arm through his.
"Yes, Dad," I replied with a smile tugging at my lips.
He seemed even more excited than I was, his eyes
