Twins in Her Womb (Bianca and Luke Crawford novel) novel Chapter 880

Luke knew that Bianca loved to look at the architecture of foreign countries, especially European architecture. That was why Luke decided to bring her there for the honeymoon.

Three days later, a gigantic cruise ship docked at the port of Venice, Italy's famous "Floating City."

Venice was full of history. Piazza San Marco, Palazzo Ducale, the opera house, and the basilica were the famous attractions that oozed culture and beauty.

Tourists of many different countries were wandering the city.

Piazza San Marco was the liveliest spot in Venice. It had been the social, religious, and political center of the city, and it was a must-visit landmark of the city.

Surrounding the public square were many cafes, boutiques, and specialty stores that attracted visitors from different countries.

Near the square was an open field with neatly trimmed grass, exquisite corridors, a beautiful musical fountain, and flocks of pure white pigeons.

The musical fountain was surrounded by various sculptures, forming a harmonious scene with the buildings that surrounded it.

There were many street performers. Some were playing the violin, while some were selling paintings.

The entire square was brimming with an artistic atmosphere.

Luke and Bianca wandered around the plaza for a while. Then, she pulled him to the side and watched someone paint.

Someone played a cheery tune, and the flock of pigeons took flight. The birds flew merrily in the air, their snow-white wings creating a blizzard.

Bianca cried out in surprise. She let go of Luke's hand and danced among the birds.

The sky was clear without a cloud, and the sunlight was a pure golden yellow.

Bianca was dressed in a pale blue dress. The golden sun rays enveloped her among the flock of pigeons, which brought out her beauty.

A small pigeon rested on Bianca's hand.

The pigeon's colors were quite vivid. Its head had black feathers like a scarf, but the feathers at its stomach were yellow-brown. Its gaze was penetrating and arrogant, and it was not afraid of Bianca at all. It walked along Bianca's arm like a tiny fan.

Bianca's laughter resounded in the square.

The delicate woman's long hair was as black as ink, contrasting her skin which was fairer than the pigeon's wings. She seemed to be glowing under the sunlight, as though she had walked out of a classical painting.

Many tourists were dumbfounded by her beauty, and they turned their cameras toward her…

Several handsome young men could not resist but to walk up to her and ask, "Signorina, Lei e davvero bella, può farsi un amica con mi? (You're very beautiful, Miss. May we be friends?)"

Bianca could not understand the Italian they were saying. She stared blankly at the few Italian young men who were grinning brightly.

"Sorry, I don't understand…" She blinked and replied.

The young men looked at each other, but they did not give up. Just when they were about to try another pick-up line, Bianca felt a pair of arms envelop her.