I looked at my sister as if she sprouted horns.

“You’re joking, right,” eyeing her golden brown hair waltzing with this awful humidity. Her blue eyes blinked once or twice, scrunching her perfectly-formed eyebrows I envied.

“I’m not arguing about what I look like, Luce,” she glared, looking my way. “I just don’t want them to believe I’m ready for this sort of commitment or anything. I’m only seventeen.”

“And turning eighteen in a couple of months and most girls these days marry at fourteen.”

She looked horrified and I bit back a smile. “What? It’s true!”

“I don’t care if it’s true,” she spat, pinching my arm. “I’m here to figure out how we ended up in Ancient History when I was hoping for a grand welcome in Toscana with a hot Italian man to sweep me off my feet.”

I laughed at her honesty. So that’s what she’s bugged about. She didn’t want these pompous, Roman aristocrats with their fattened gold and their hummingbird delicacies that looked more like jewellery than something you want to put in your mouth. She wanted a medieval knight like the ones our great Betarrini grandmothers married back whence.

I pinched her cheek as if she was a little child, laughing at her fierce, but total fail, of a slap. “Looks like we’re gonna have to go and visit our Etruscan friends, then.” I smiled at her, taking her hand in mine. “To the tombs, it is!”

Author’s Note:
This is a work of fan-fiction from the River of Time Series. A little twist of the crazy happenings of this beloved series. Highly recommended, check it out and don’t miss the original story of their great Betarrini grandmothers, Gabriella and Evangelia!