FATAL TROUBLE (REVERSE HAREM)

Part 4

So this is how it feels when the dream becomes the reality...

You are finally in Milan!

You wanted to dance in excitement but you need to control yourself and behave like a young lady. As your aunt had explained earlier that you both would check in to the hotel straight way and then after freshen up, you both should take some rest as it's still early in the morning.

That's how you followed her every instruction and then, you both got out to take a piece of look of the city, for the day.

As you strolled through the sun-drenched streets of Milan, a warm breeze carried the enticing aroma of freshly baked focaccia, mingling with the scents of espresso and blooming flowers from nearby balconies. Your aunt, an enthusiastic guide with a wealth of travel stories, walked beside you, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Look at that!" she exclaimed, pointing to a window adorned with handcrafted leather goods. The bags were meticulously arranged, each one a piece of art in its own right. "You have to feel the quality of these!"

You noticed in your surrounding that everyone is always well dressed in as if it's a common part of their daily life. You and your aunt both went with the look of a loose fitted shirt with a straight black pant.

You followed her into the shop, the bell above the door chiming softly, welcoming you into a world of rich textures and colors. The interior was cozy, lit by warm amber lights that highlighted the polished leather and vibrant fabrics. Your aunt picked up a small purse, its surface smooth and supple. She held it up, admiring the craftsmanship as if it were a priceless treasure.

"Imagine carrying this around," she mused, a smile spreading across her face. You could see the nostalgia in her eyes, memories of her own travels flooding back.

Your mother called you earlier and the way you explained your first flight experience in details, she was laughing all the time. Yeah, in the summary, you are literally scared of the time when it takes off and so you had closed your eyes until everything inside the plane was back to normal.

After a few moments, you stepped back outside, the bustling streets enveloping you once more. The sounds of chatter and laughter filled the air, creating a lively backdrop. You strolled past the Duomo, its magnificent spires piercing the clear blue sky. The gothic architecture was nothing short of breathtaking. You couldn't help but stop, tilting your head back to gaze up at the intricate carvings and statues that adorned its facade. It felt like a scene from a storybook, both grand and intimate.

"Isn't it incredible?" your aunt said, her voice filled with admiration. "You could spend hours just taking it all in."

You nodded, captivated. The sheer scale and detail of the cathedral were overwhelming, making you feel both small and part of something timeless. As you stood there, she began recounting tales from her own adventures in other parts of Italy —stories of long afternoons spent sketching in the piazza, of the friends she'd met, and the art that had inspired her.

With each anecdote, she painted a vivid picture of the city, transforming the surroundings into a tapestry of history and culture. You could almost see the past come alive through her words.

As the noon light began to settle, the golden glow of light flickered on, casting a warm light on the cobblestones and creating a magical atmosphere. Your aunt suggested finding a little trattoria for lunch, and you happily agreed. After wandering a bit longer, you stumbled upon a cozy spot with outdoor seating, where rustic wooden tables were adorned with checkered tablecloths.

The ambiance was alive with the clinking of glasses and the soft strumming of a guitar. You could see other diners laughing and sharing stories, the air filled with the rich sounds of Italian conversation. As you settled in, your aunt ordered a selection of dishes: creamy risotto, perfectly seasoned pasta, and a decadent tiramisu for dessert.