Chapter 7

Clara’s voice broke the silence, gentle yet determined. “You know, we should exchange phone numbers. It’ll be easier for us to coordinate and meet up later in the evening for the party.”

“In truth, Clara,” I confessed with a sheepish tone, “I don’t have a cell phone at the moment. However, I have recently been granted a promising job at Piazza Grande, and I will buy one soon.”

As the words escaped my lips, I couldn’t help but notice a subtle shift in the atmosphere. It was as if the air became charged with empathy, and Clara’s understanding gaze only magnified the depth of her support.

Clara’s eyebrows furrowed in surprise, momentarily taken aback by my lack of a cell phone. However, her resilient smile remained unwavering, a testament to her unwavering support. She quickly regained her composure, determined to find a solution.

With an air of unwavering support,