Fantastick - Carolina Apr 2026

But like any good song, there was a bridge. Carolina received an offer she couldn't refuse: a two-year residency in Florence to restore a series of Renaissance banners. It was the opportunity of a lifetime, but it meant leaving the city, the garden, and Romeo.

One Tuesday, the humidity was thick enough to chew. Romeo decided it was time. He didn't bring flowers—everyone brought flowers. Instead, he brought his saxophone. He waited until she had tucked her pencil behind her ear and stood up to stretch. Fantastick - Carolina

Romeo had a routine: a double espresso at dawn, three hours of practicing the saxophone, and a long walk through the botanical gardens. It was there, amidst the oversized ferns and the humid air of the greenhouse, that he first saw Carolina. But like any good song, there was a bridge

Romeo lowered the horn, his face heating up. "No. It’s for the person drawing the moth." "I'm Carolina," she said, stepping closer. "I'm Romeo. Fantastick. Truly, that's the name." One Tuesday, the humidity was thick enough to chew