My Summer Romance--A Lesbian Romance Novella by Sally Bryan

Author:Sally Bryan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: lesbian, lesbian fiction, lesbian romance, italy lesbian, lesbian first time, lesbian vacation
Publisher: Sally Bryan
Published: 2014-06-20T00:00:00+00:00

“SORRY I’M LATE.” MARCO arrived at Salvo’s with a stylish new leather man bag slung over one shoulder. “I’m not usually one for brand names but I couldn’t resist this one.” He took his seat, placing the bag carefully at his feet.

“Don’t worry, we’ve only been here half an hour or so. Just time enough for one drink.” I said, recalling how Salvo had greeted us personally before giving us drinks on the house. “We met your friend, he’s lovely.”

“Yes, he is. It works out mutually beneficial too ... I bring tourist groups here for one of the best views of the city and my loved ones get seats like this.” He opened his arms out to encompass the Duomo, of which the midsection and above were visible over the buildings that lay between the spectacular Duomo and Piazza della Republica, where Salvo’s was located.

It was five in the evening and the first of the square’s performers were unlimbering. There were four of them; three men and one lady.

“It’s the Firenze Opera Quartet.” Alessia declared. “They’re one of my favourites.”

“It’s usually one of the same groups of people who perform.” Marco said. “They have to pass an audition in front of the municipal council to be granted a license. On top of that, they’re required to pay eighty euros for every spot they do. So they have to be good otherwise they lose money.”

“That sounds a bit harsh. Eighty euros is a lot of money.” I said, wondering how they managed to make a living as street performers.

“True. But Firenze is all about the tourism. We can’t risk allowing some awful dead frog sounding singer scaring the Japanese away. We need their money.” He laughed, I suppose he did have a point.

Salvo arrived and warmly greeted his friend. He was around Marco’s age and had a similar sort of style to him; in fact, the two of them could have been brothers if it wasn’t for Salvo’s shaven head. I noticed the looks he gave Alessia, which bothered me, but thankfully Marco didn’t seem to notice. Within a minute, free drinks arrived for everyone and it occurred to me that this was the second night in a row I’d be having drinks lavished upon me, which also meant it was the second night running that my uncontrollable emotions would be running away with me. It was always a consequence when I drank; I become attached to people, clingy and needy. Most often it was funny and people enjoyed being around me when I was in such jovial moods but here and now, it really wasn’t what I needed.

“They don’t serve Vino di Giordano here.” Alessia observed to herself with more than a touch of irritation to her tone. “I’ll be speaking to my mother about that.”

I thought she’d wanted nothing to do with the family business.

Just like myself, Marco picked up on it immediately. “Alessia, why are you suddenly so interested in whether or not some small restaurant in Firenze

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