It’s Rome.” Arie pressed her nose to the plane’s window, watching the clouds part and shred like paper as the plane descended over a great sprawling city. “Where? I can’t see a thing with your head in the way,” Eden grumbled. Arie leaned back, tears misting her eyes. She glanced across the aisle at Ciana, who was straining against her seat belt to catch sight of the Eternal City. “Big city,” Eden said, awestruck. “Almost three million people,” Arie said, dabbing her eyes. “Are you crying?” Eden turned from the window toward Arie. “Just a little overwhelmed. I never thought I’d actually come here.” “We all needed a vacation. Think of it as the senior trip we never got,” Ciana offered. Arie’s gaze connected with Ciana’s and she mouthed, “Thank you.” Ciana waved off the gratitude. She was cross-eyed from lack of sleep. Who wouldn’t be after chasing the sun across the Atlantic for over nine hours? They’d left Atlanta on time and were arriving in Rome midmorning.
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