As the car wound its way through the Italian countryside, Frudi gazed out the window, taking in the picturesque views. The mansion came into view, its grandeur and beauty leaving Frudi breathless.
She stepped out of the car, her eyes scanning the facade of the mansion. Something about the architecture seemed familiar, and then it hit her – the pattern of the house was eerily similar to that of the Rivera House in Mexico.
Frudi's curiosity was piqued as she followed the bodyguards into the mansion. They were all Italian, speaking in rapid-fire dialect. Frudi's ears perked up, and she responded in flawless Italian, "Grazie, gentiluomini. Sono felice di essere qui."
The bodyguards' eyes widened in surprise, and they exchanged impressed glances. Alex, on the other hand, looked at Frudi with a mixture of awe and embarrassment. "Uh, sorry, guys. I'm not as fluent as Frudi here."
