It’s Complicated But It Doesn’t Have To Be

SICILY~ITALY

A large ship cruised through the Mediterranean Sea, filled with influential people enjoying themselves.

In a suite, an average young man sat on a gold chair, flipping through some papers in his hands. He was putting on a shirt, with the first two buttons undone, revealing his broad, hairy chest.

His emerald green eyes shone brightly, and his perfectly chiseled jaw wore a soft expression. His silky black hair was brushed back, and his pink lips curved into an amused smile.

"Interessante," he grinned.

The door opened, and a young man entered, dressed in a corporate suit. A pair of black shades covered his face as he walked quietly into the room.

"Are we there yet?" Romeo asked, looking up from the newspaper in his hands.

"Almost, Boss. Do you need anything?" the young man asked.

"No, I'm fine," Romeo dismissed him with a wave of his finger, and the young man immediately left the room.

Romeo placed the newspaper on a table beside him and loosened his tie slightly, flexing his toned muscles in the process.

"A perfect news to start a new day," he smiled, recalling the news he had seen in the newspaper.

He picked up his laptop, which was nearby, and began working on it, his fingers rapidly typing on the keyboard.

After a while, he leaned back against the headboard and let out a cocky grin, his eyes brimming with excitement.

Coming to Sicily hadn't been a bad idea after all.

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Rosetta groaned as she heard the birds chirping, signaling the start of another day. Sunlight streamed through the windows, causing her to cover her face with a pillow.

"Dio santo!{Oh my God!}" she exclaimed, sitting up and ruffling her hair.

It was another challenging day for her. Being a cleaner wasn't as easy as it seemed!

Rosetta dragged herself to the bathroom sluggishly, her legs feeling heavy. It was already past 7 am, and she had to start work by 8 am to clean the hotel before the day's activities began.

Minutes later, she returned from the bathroom, now wearing a pink robe. She went to her closet and selected a white gown along with black flat shoes.

As she dressed, Rosetta couldn't help but curse inwardly, her forehead furrowing in frustration. With no one to provide for her, she knew she would go to work on an empty stomach, a daily struggle she found difficult to get used to.

After getting dressed, she grabbed her worn-out bag and left her room, walking through the short passage that led to the living room.

Her eyes met a sight that didn't surprise her—her parents were in the living room, enjoying a meal that instantly made her stomach rumble.

Rosetta cleared her throat and forced a fake smile on her face.

"Good morning, Mom... Dad," she greeted, but as usual, there was no response from either of them.