Cassandra always felt at home in Roman's embrace. She knew Roman only saw her as a friend, but she still clung to the hope that one day he would realize how perfect they were together. She imagined they would run off to Italy, floating through Venice on a gondola, sharing a bottle of wine while the sun set. What difference did it make that he was her step-brother? They weren't technically related. In Italy, they understand. They celebrate love in all its glory, even if some might consider it weird.
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