Alessia Rizzo took the camera she handed over. "Miss Isabella, where do you take your photos? They all look so beautiful."
"If you look closely, you'll know where it is. Go on now."
Alessia Rizzo nodded and turned to leave, engrossed in looking at the photos. She didn't notice the person who had appeared behind her, so when she turned around, she exclaimed, "Oh my..."
"Ouch!" Alessia Rizzo exclaimed, rubbing her now red nose that had been bumped. Her face was scrunched up in discomfort. "Why didn't you say anything when you were standing behind me?"
Alessandro Martini looked at the slightly chubby-faced girl with an apologetic tone. "I'm sorry, that's my fault."
"Forget it, forget it. So, who are you?"
Isabella Moretti glanced at Alessia Rizzo. "He's Alessandro Martini, here to buy some paintings. Would you mind showing him around?"
