The year someone turns 18 they have the opportunity to be injected with a serum that will produce a soulmate mark somewhere on their body. This serum is costly and the procedure to get the injection is not covered by insurance.
A rare illness cropp...
A/N: This chapter was a pain!!! And I know it will also be a pain to post it due to all the links I will need to provide in the comments!! I sincerely fought to get this chapter down, and mostly just because the amount of research I had to put into it. Any way...there's my rant. I hope you enjoy this chapter and the effort it took to put it together...
Also, just an FYI. Yes I did include all of the images of clothing in this chapter. I just put them in a collage after all of the purchases are described to limit the number of photos since wattpad does have a number limit and I definitely would have went over it had I did them all separately. Plus I did it by store that way each shop got credited.
Side note: After seeing all the photos of beautiful Portofino I definitely think this is one of the places I want to visit in my life.
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From the images I have seen of Portofino I knew this would be one of the stops that I wouldn't be able to help but fall in love with. So, I had talked to my soulmates beforehand and suggested that we plan ahead these two days so we can make the most of the time we have here. Our plan is to linger over our breakfast a bit this morning and discuss it as a group.
Despite the fact Nikola is the ship's concierge I honestly haven't seen as much of him as I have of his twin brother, Feliċ. Yet here he is this morning before us. "Feliċ and Beppe are planning on making crepelles for you this morning. As you can probably guess from the name alone, they are Italian's version of crepes, although they are thinner and crispier than what you might be used to when thinking of the French version." He pauses for a second then remembers to elaborate his reason for bringing that up. "They would like to know what each of you would like in or on your crepes."
Generally I am one of the last to order, but this morning I know exactly what I want because I missed out on this very thing months ago since my appetite had disappeared the morning that I met Brighton Davis. "Fruit Salsa." I immediately answer without hesitation.
Nikola gives me a confused look. "Can you describe what that is just in case?"
"I can do you one better." I pull up a recipe online and show him.
"Ah, okay. Yes, I am sure they can do something similar. Although the fruit might be a bit different. Is there any fruit that you don't like or are allergic to?"
I think for a second but nothing immediately comes to mind. "I can't think of anything I don't like. Although, I will admit to being exceptionally fond of strawberries, bananas, and pineapple."
He nods. "I am sure that sharing that with Beppe and Feliċ will have them both insisting on those very ingredients."
Hobi, being my lovable punk that he is, orders the nutella and strawberries. Then smirks at me deviously. I roll my eyes at him. "You act like I am going to react every time you order nutella. No, I just won't willingly want a bite of the concoction."
