In the bustling courtyard of Juliet’s House in Verona, Cristina adjusted her camera with practiced precision. Her job was simple—capture fleeting moments of tourists standing on the famous balcony, dreaming of love and legend. The laughter, the hopeful gazes, the whispered lines from Shakespeare—all framed within her lens, all ready to be sold as a keepsake.
She had seen thousands of faces, each one seeking a piece of romance to take home. Some kissed, some posed dramatically, others just stood there, lost in thought. Cristina didn’t judge. Love, real or imagined, was good for business. With a click, another memory was frozen in time, waiting to find its owner.
