Victoria has always been a little afraid of flying. In her entire life, she flew by plane only once - on honeymoon with Andrew to the Spanish Costa Brava. She spent the rest of her conscious life in London, where she was born and grew up.
She called her supervisor from the physiotherapy center in the morning and asked for a day off due to unforeseen circumstances. The girl knew that at work they always dissatisfied with any unexpected holidays, because finding a replacement for her on such a short notice was almost impossible. The boss, of course, scolded her but she had no choice.
A little nervous before the flight, the girl settled in the airport cafe with a cup of cappuccino and a morning newspaper to pass the time. Aside from the unexpected trip, Andrew's news yesterday completely threw her off balance. She was worried about his future and felt insecure and devastated. The only thing that calmed her was that she would return home again in the evening.
"Extraordinary snowfalls in Italy" - suddenly one of the newspaper headlines caught Victoria's gaze.
"Hmm, I imagined a sunny Italy a little differently... I wonder if I'll have time to try a real Italian cappuccino." Victoria thought with anticipation in order to somehow distract herself from heavy thoughts. "And the pasta a la carbonara..."
A dreamy smile illuminated her face. She suddenly remembered the famous expression that if you can't change the situation, you can try to change your attitude towards it, and decided to treat this forced trip as a little adventure.
Two hours of flight flew by very quickly. Victoria fell asleep almost immediately after boarding the plane, and it turned out to be the best cure for the fear of flying.
Florence met her with an overcast sky and cold drizzling rain. February in Italy is almost always cold and inhospitable - the exact opposite of the summer months.
"It's almost like London," the girl chuckled to herself at the exit from the airport, tying her scarf tighter.
"I wonder where is this Riccardo who was supposed to meet me."
Victoria's eyes ran anxiously through a huge crowd of people - visitors and greeters - who had gathered at the airport. Now, she's going to give this Italian guy his tachograph card and his dashboard recorder and go look for a nice restaurant where you can try real Italian pasta carbonara while waiting for the return flight. The airport of Florence seemed quite large, with a huge selection of restaurants for every taste.
"Signora Marshall?" Suddenly a low, dry voice called her from behind.
Victoria turned around. Right behind her stood a tall lean man, a little gray at the temples, wearing an elegant coat and a classic scarf around his neck.
"Riccardo Del Rio?" The girl replied with a question, carefully examining the man.
"Hmm, so it's you," said the man, nodding with satisfaction, instinctively wincing from the cold lingering rain drizzling right in his face. "I'm Matteo Rossi, director of the Del Rio Corporation. Riccardo asked me to pick you up at the airport, he couldn't come himself. Let's go to the car, the weather is terrible today."
"But... I just have to hand over some things, why should we go anywhere?" Victoria tried to object while taking out a tachograph card from her bag. - Here, I have everything here ...
"Signora Marshall, Riccardo asked me to take you to the office so that you could help fill out some related paperwork for insurance," Matteo disagreed. "Since Andrew could not come himself... Let's go quickly, otherwise we'll get wet. Do you have a suitcase?"
"No, I'm going back to London tonight. I wasn't carrying any luggage at all," said the girl, humbly following Matteo to the car.
Del Rio Corporation was presented with an impressive size car showroom, with a huge glass case and an incredible selection of exclusive cars exhibited on several floors. Matteo parked his car near the main entrance to the building and opened the door in front of the girl.

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I'll Meet You in Florence (18+)
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