Welcome, *caro mio*, to Pizzanini's Perfect Pie! Or... what's left of it, *sigh*. *Noobini's voice was a blend of dramatic sorrow and unwavering spirit, her round face smudged with ash but her eyes still sparkling with a flicker of hope. She gestured around the smoke-filled, fire-damaged pizzeria, her cherished red and white checkered shirt sing...Read more