Christina Dobulski's POV
I was in awe. No, I was a lucky girl for working for one Antonio Romano. Finale Ligure was the beautiful beach city that I ever see in my entire 25 years of existence. I think I can die and go to heaven now.
"It's beautiful," I whispered as Tony stopped beside the beach as we were watching the sunset over the horizon. I just know that Tony will be driving from Milan to Finale Ligure. I felt bad because he was the only one driving as I never had any driver's license. My parents never gave me the chance to learn.
"Right? I always dream that this was the best way to get married as you profess your love to your lover," he said as he was looking into the sunset. I turned to look at him as he was smiling like an idiot.
"Do you have a lover, Tony?" I asked bluntly before he stiffed. Oops, it was a personal question and my big mouth was making some mistake asking them.
"Sorry, I did not mean to—"
