In the little Italian town of Monterella, the day on which Olivia Rossi decided to change her life began like any other Tuesday. It began too early, too noisy, and too full of people who minded everyone’s business except their own.
Her alarm clock sang like a heavenly choir. She hit it off, sat up, and muttered softly, I hate productivity. From the kitchen came the familiar clatter of spoons and the faint aroma of espresso. That could only mean one thing. Her mother had arrived.
Olivia groaned, pushed the blanket aside, and called out without much hope. Mama, please tell me you are only a dream.
