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VICTOR
I gesture out of the hotel’s front doors to the waiting sunshine.
“Lead the way,” I instruct Josie.
My fake girlfriend bites her lip and skips outside, closely followed by me.
Keep your eyes off her ass, Victor. Resist.
“I’m so excited for today,” she announces to me, spinning around eagerly.
“You better be,” I reply to the pretty girl. “And here she is.”
I’m pointing at the car parked outside the hotel. It’s a convertible with the top down - ready for us and our week-long vacation. Booked by me.
“You hired this for us?” Josie asks.
“We’ve got to travel in style,” I reply. “And I only travel in style, as you know. Get in.”
Josie has no idea where we’re going for this little getaway, and I can tell she loves that. She just knows that it’s going to be in Italy, near water, and in the country and away from everyone else and the world and anything resembling going viral online.
Just how I like it.
I drive. The top is down. The wind is in our hair. Josie is happy.
Today, that’s all I need.
And we leave the old city behind us and continue into the countryside on long small roads, speeding. I love driving like this. I feel free. My girl is sitting beside me. Everything is perfect.
I lean over and press a button. Loud opera music streams through the car’s sound system as we travel past paddocks and farmland.
Josie is laughing.
“This is amazing,” she squeals. “I love the opera. It’s like we’re in some old Italian movie.”
I stare at her. At her life. At her joy.
“I like your laugh, Josie.”
She turns away from me and pretends to look at the view. I know she’s blushing at my remark.
We keep on going.
Finally, after an hour or two of driving on winding roads, we reach our destination.
It’s a private villa I’ve rented for the week that overlooks one of the most beautiful – and practically untouched - lakes in the world.
No, it’s not bad.
The villa is perched on the shores of the lake with panoramic views of the hills and the waters surrounding it. It has a classic Italian charm. A high wall and gate separate it from the outside world, with trees lining the long driveway up to the main doors. The façade is a cream color. Ivy rambles down the walls. The roof is made of terracotta tiles, simply enhancing its classic style. It’s our own little paradise, and we’re going to be the only ones here for the week.
Yeah, everything is perfect.
I park the car outside and wait for Josie’s reaction.
“Holy shit, Victor. This is incredible.”
I smile at her. “Yes, I think so.”
