Oh Merlin...and now it was right back on her again. Had she actually managed to start talking to someone playing the same brand of conversational game that she did? This was bound to be interesting, then.
"I like the Renaissance, too," she continued, seeming more comfortable than she felt. "But then, I'm part Italian; I think it's required for me to adore Petrarch and pasta."
Her father was the Italian; for years, it had been a part of her heritage that Rosalie had determinedly ignored. Once she discovered that her father wasn't quite the devil her mother painted him as, though, Rosalie had actually quite enjoyed discovering that side of the family. And really, how could anyone say no to family with cannolli?
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