It was a nice afternoon in Venice, on a gondola, with an Italian man singing in a deep, carrying voice. She was with a charming guy who did what she said (alibet more coherently than the drooling school boys she was used to). he was literally purring at her, with the kind of smile she hardly ever got to see be charming.

This was the kind of life she wanted.

Leaning closer, she smiled, eyes half lidded. "Thanks~"