She had done it.

Kady had gone down to Risa on her own. She hated Risa. It was an overused, overspent, redundant ‘port in every storm’. So why was she here? Because the tiramisu was amazing and so was the real coffee. And she had Reilly to blame. She had asked for authentic Italian food and he had shown her. Now she was hooked.

As the sun crested down around dinner time, she sat, sketchbook in hand, bare feet on a nearby chair and was drawing those wandering around below. The wind was blowing her ponytail and she was humming softly to herself.

Kadence Argona
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