Coviella
In the sun-drenched hills of the Italian countryside, where olive groves stretch across terraced slopes and the scent of rosemary and thyme drifts on the warm breeze, there once lived a young woman named Coviella.
In the sun-drenched hills of the Italian countryside, where olive groves stretch across terraced slopes and the scent of rosemary and thyme drifts on the warm breeze, there once lived a young woman named Coviella.