Mia And Valeria 4: Flavours Part 2 Work

Valeria unfolded the faded map she carried everywhere now, tracing a route with a fingertip. “Two towns, three trains,” she said, eyes bright. “We can still make the festival by dusk.” Mia laughed, a low, surprised sound—half at the idea of the festival, half at Valeria’s unstoppable optimism. It was contagious.