Aurora’s POVA few weeks passed, and we’ve toured enough of Italy. It’s been so much fun seeing the beautiful people and culture. Now, I understand why Grandma never shuts up about her homeland. Tomorrow is our last day here, and Norman and I are getting ready for our last trip. “I think my zip is hooked,” I say, going to him. He was done dressing up, patiently waiting for me. He helped me zip up, and I wanted to grab my shoe, but my clumsy self tripped. I squeaked, holding on to Norman as I went down to the floor, but he caught me. “Careful,” he says, holding me up. Mistakenly, my hand grabbed the hem of his right pocket, and I wanted to use it as a support; I didn’t expect it to rip. I ripped his pocket, and something fell off. Norman and I looked at the small box on the floor. “What's that?” I asked, grabbing the box. Before he could say anything, I opened it. A loud gasp left my mouth as I stared at the box wide-eyed. I looked at Norman, and he ran his hands all over his neck a
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