“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 will ever happen to you. What have you been doing since you arrived?” “Hanging out with… — Jenna Evans Welch Copy Share Image
“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
