Olivia

The private jet's engines hummed as we descended through the clouds. Milan spread out beneath us, with all its terracotta roofs and medieval towers giving way to modern skyscrapers on the outskirts.

"There," Alexander pointed out the window. "The Duomo. You can see the spires from here."

I pressed my face closer to the glass, excitement bubbling up. "It's gorgeous even from up here."

"Wait until you see it up close. The detail work is ...