Villa Amore

So, you're buying a house today

and then getting married tomorrow.

Well, we're going to City Hall.

Kyle's idea, actually.

That way, instead of a big ceremony,

all of the money goes to the house.

And, of course, our week in Italy.

Mmm.

Sorry, I don't know why he's so late.

Uh, Chicago traffic takes no prisoners.

So, honeymooning in Italy.

Why, why Italy?

My parents met there backpacking,

and they both happened to stop

at this gorgeous Italian villa.

Family lore is they met,

and my dad promised my mom

that he would buy her that villa someday.

After that, they were inseparable.

She still has a picture of them there.

And then they got married

and named you Liara.

It's all so wildly romantic.

Oh, yeah, well, my dad was a romantic, all right.

But you know what? He never actually bought her the villa.

He passed last year.

Which... I guess is why buying this house is

so important to me.

- Sorry. Sorry. - Kyle.

Not a problem.

I hope your hands are warmed up,

because there are lots of signatures

between you and your trip to Italy.

- Uh! - No turning back.

So, um, Kyle, you're going to sign first on all of these.

Okay, wait, just, um, one-one moment.

Liara, listen. I traded in my ticket.

I'm not going to Italy.

I'm going to Thailand instead.

Alone.

Sorry, what?

I'm just gonna give you two a minute.

We've been dating for six years.

I've been saving for this house that entire time.

I just need some time, Liara.

- I mean, a month, maybe two. - What about your job?

- Mmm... - You quit?!

What are you gonna live on for these "maybe two months"?

I'm sorry.

I wanna feel free again.

And then he said,

"Liara, you're too cautious."

And he dumped me.

With vague promises to call me.

So, the movers are gonna put my stuff in storage

'til I find somewhere new.

Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.

You can always stay here, you know?

I mean, I could take the sofa.

Mom, I'm not putting you on your own couch.

That's fine, I'll...

find somewhere new tomorrow or the next day.

No.

You have to go to Italy.

Go on my honeymoon alone?

Reframe it.

You're going on a well-deserved adventure

to the most beautiful country in the world.

Alone.

I just think you should have a big cry

and then go to Italy.

Maybe you could even go to Capena.

Your father and I always dreamed of going back.

Mom.

Honey.

I think the biggest mistake we all make

is thinking we have enough time.

Go! Send me some pictures.

Checking in?

Last name, Taylor.

Uh...

A week in the honeymoon suite.

Congratulation.

Oh, I see.

These things happen.

Room 501.

If you need anything, please just ask.

Thank you.

Miss Liara...

Italy will make you happy again.

You'll see.

One moment, please, Miss Taylor. One moment.

I'm just gonna go walk around.

No, it gets crowded. Make a plan.

Today, the Pantheon.

Take lots of pictures.

And get some real pizza.

You love Chicago style,

but you have to try the real thing.

Dad and I loved the street art,

but we never bought any.

We were watching every painting back then.

- How much? - 25.

Oh, and you have to go to the Trevi Fountain.

According to the website,

with the coins in your right hand,

throw them over your left shoulder.

One coin, you'll return to Italy.

Two coins, you'll fall in love there.

And three, you'll marry there.

How many did you throw?

- One. - Tell the truth.

Bye, mom.

Your father would have been so excited for you.

He always wanted to go back to Italy.

He just ran out of time.

- Ciao, Alessandro. - Ciao.

Can you recommend something different to do today?

Yeah.

Well, just around the corner

is the best pasticceria in Rome.

Excuse me.

Oh, I'm so sorry. I...

- Luca! - I just want...

Luca!

My cousin is... He's in the freezer.

- He probably can't hear me. - Oh.

- You're American. - Uh, sort of.

Yeah.

What can I get you?

You know what? You tell me.

It's my first time in Italy, so...

What should I try?

Have you had this sfogliatella yet?

- I can't even pronounce that. - Oh, well.

Try this.

No, no, no, no, no. It's my treat.

In honor of your first visit to Italy.

Plus, I don't know how to work the register.

So...

Thank you. I'm Liara.

Liara.

I'm Leo.

Leo.

Okay, well...

Cheers.

Mm.

Right?

Second best in all of Italy.

Second best?

Who makes the best, and can I marry them?

Well, it's our Nona, of course.

And, unfortunately, no, you can't marry her.

She's still mourning the death of my grandfather.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Don't be.

He's been dead for 22 years.

So you're saying I have a chance?

Well, you'd have to move to Capena,

because she's not leaving.

Capena?

My parents met in Capena a million years ago.

Really?

Well, then it's fate.

You should check out her bakery.

It's right on the piazza. You can't miss it.

Maybe next time.

Thank you.

- Have a great day. - Ciao.

Americans always tell me,

"have a great day."

I love that about them.

Hey, did you just give my inventory away to a pretty girl?

Hey... Proud of you.

Okay.

Man, your accent is still so bad.

Hey, are you staying over?

The kids haven't seen you in weeks.

I'd-I'd love to, but I really gotta get home.

Next time.

I promise.

Thank you so much.

- Thank you. It was great. - Uh, Miss Liara.

Ah! Alessandro.

- Thank you for everything. - Is everything all right?

Everything's fine.

But my life isn't gonna get...

magically fixed while I'm here.

Don't be so sure of that.

You don't always see it coming.

That's why they call it magic.

Thank you.

This is Italy. Come see us again.

Hi.

Buongiorno.

Your grandson told me I should come here

and try one of these ones.

Hm.

Thank you.

Hey, honey. Did you decide to extend your stay?