The year is 1926. The Italian Riviera sparkles with a deceptive innocence, its turquoise waters masking the growing shadows of Mussolini’s Italy. At Hotel Portofino, the scent of sea salt and lemon trees mingles with the sharp tang of gin and the underlying hum of political tension.
As the sun rose over the polished marble floors the next morning, the hotel looked perfect once more. The guests ate their soft-boiled eggs, oblivious to the drama. Bella stood on the terrace again, watching the waves. She had saved the hotel for another day, but she knew the tide of history was rising, and soon, even these thick stone walls wouldn't be enough to keep the world out.
💡 The struggle to maintain a "civilized" life while the foundations of democracy crumble outside the front door.