*This is Part 2 of “Bianca in Italy.”* [*Read Part 1 here*](https://misscatalinafox.com/bianca-in-italy-part-1-profumo-di-menta/)*.*
Bianca sat utterly still, hypnotized. Marlena’s hand was inching up her leg, her pinky moving softly over the delicate skin of her inner thigh, past the hem of her linen sundress. Bianca felt her face flush and for the first time, noticed their reflection in the mirrored wall opposite the table. Marlena’s lithe form was silhouetted in green, her long hair tumbling down her backside and gathering in dark copper waves around her waist, and Bianca was wide-eyed, frozen.
“Are you hungry?” Marlena asked, squeezing Bianca’s thigh.
Bianca blinked, unable to tear her eyes from Marlena’s. Above the din of the cafe, her stomach rumbled, and Marlena laughed. Suddenly her hands were back in the air, throwing her hair over her shoulder and rummaging through her handbag. She placed six euros on the table.
“Ok, we go now, then.” Marlena’s eyes twinkled. “For your *macadeonia di frutta.*”
[Read the rest of Part 2 here](https://misscatalinafox.com/bianca-in-italy-part-2-il-giardino/)!
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