“Hey, I just thought of something." "What?" "When we're together, we make one whole Italian.” — Jenna Evans Welch Copy Share Image
“I scowled. "Shut up." "We should play Go Fish later." "No." "Mah-jong? Bridge?" "What are you, an old lady?” — Jenna Evans Welch Copy Share Image
“He’s staring at me like I’m the shiniest object in the night sky.” — Jenna Evans Welch Copy Share Image
“Woah! Lina, you look . . .” Thomas’s jaw literally dropped. But then he noticed Howard looking at him like he was a deer during hunting season… — Jenna Evans Welch Copy Share Image
“Well, in that case, no. I’m not your father. But if you go with another definition, meaning ‘a man who wants to be in… — Jenna Evans Welch Copy Share Image
“You know, people come to Italy for all sorts of reasons, but when they stay, it's for the same two things." "What?" "Love and… — Jenna Evans Welch Copy Share Image
“Tonight I watched the sun set at Ponte Vecchio. I think its safe to say I have finally found the place that feels right… — Jenna Evans Welch Copy Share Image
“. . . ITALIAN GELATO. TAKE THE deliciousness of a regular ice-cream cone, times it by a million, then sprinkle it with crushed-up unicorn horns. Ren… — Jenna Evans Welch Copy Share Image
“Before I could catch it, my heart slammed straight down to my feet, leaving me with a massive hole in my chest. It was… — Jenna Evans Welch Copy Share Image
“You're baking?" "Yes." "It's almost midnight." "I specialize in late-night kitchen disasters.” — Jenna Evans Welch Copy Share Image
“Sonia had left the journal right in the center of my pillow, like maybe she was worried I wouldn’t notice it otherwise, and it… — Jenna Evans Welch Copy Share Image
“Hey, do you want to get a gelato?” I wrinkled my forehead. “What’s that?” He groaned. “Gelato. Italian ice cream. The greatest thing that… — Jenna Evans Welch Copy Share Image
