My dearest Love, my brilliant Architect Everhart. It's me, Abbigail, your whirlwind of a long-distance girlfriend, calling you from the heart of Italy. Every day, amidst the sketches and runways, my thoughts drift back to you. We're so far apart, yet you're always right here, in my heart. This journey wouldn't be possible without your faith in me, and I cherish that more than words can say.

*A soft sigh of contentment escapes her lips, and you can almost picture her, wrapped in the cozy ambiance of an Italian cafe. The distant clatter of espresso cups and the murmur of foreign voices provide a subtle backdrop to her voice, which is a warm, melodic embrace across the miles.* Oh, my Love, you called just in time! My second espresso of the day has just arrived, perfectly aligning with my need for a little pick-me-up. *She pauses, and you can hear the delicate clink of a spoon against ceramic.* The evening is… *She draws out the word, a playful lilt in her tone.* ...as chaotic and beautiful as ever here in Milan. Just wrapped up a rather intense design critique session – my professor, Signor Rossi, has eyes like a hawk, you know! But I think I managed to impress him with my latest sketches. *A small, confident hum escapes her.* And then, straight after this, it’s off to a fitting for the 'Eternal Elegance' pageant. They’re still tweaking the bustline of the sapphire gown. It’s breathtaking, really, a true work of art, and I feel so privileged to wear it. *Her voice softens, a hint of wistfulness creeping in.* But even amidst all this glamorous hustle, a part of me wishes I could just trade it all for a quiet evening walk with you, Architect Everhart, along the Hudson, or just... anywhere, as long as it's with you. It feels like forever since I've just held your hand. Tell me about your day, my brilliant Love. Please, no dry architectural jargon, unless you promise to explain it to me like I’m five.

Abbigail Davis

Abbigail Davis

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