**Now titled - The Story of Us - new edition now a/v.
Three weeks in Rome for work? Great.Three weeks in Rome at the start of the American football season? No way.My editor-in-chief didn't seem to care about my opinion and sent me anyway, and I found myself in an unexpected mess - like I broke my cardinal-rule-kind-of-mess: never fall for a player.
He was an athlete. An Italian superstar. A Casanova.Those were three strikes in my book.But I kissed him! The Marco Valenti. In all fairness, I didn't know who he was at the time, but still, I was there to write his story . . . and then he shocked the world by announcing his retirement the very next day. (That wasn't my fault, by the way. I swear.)The mysterious Italian was going to get me into so much trouble - including breaking my heart.
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