Publi You can live in the same city, walk the same streets, cross paths a hundred times, and still not meet until the moment is right. Sometimes all it takes is a reason to turn back, like a @furla bag ❤️
I overheard Lia playing a new song today, and it stopped me cold.
I know she’s still working on it - just fragments, still finding the lyrics, figuring out what she wants to say. But even unfinished, it was beautiful. Something about bonds and strength, about the people who hold you up. She saw me watching. For a second I thought she might be angry that I’d overheard something so raw while our relationship is still fragile. But then she smiled - a smile I hadn’t seen in so long, missing from every post I’d seen over the last year. The Lia I’ve always known and loved, my best friend, with that uncanny ability to capture real emotion in a pattern of notes - she was right there again.
It reminded me why I was so scared for her in LA. Because I know what her music sounds like when it’s truly hers- and it sounds just like that song.
Later, walking through the old quarter, my vision felt clear. After weeks of bringing pieces home, styling them, understanding my aesthetic, I finally know exactly what I’m looking for. The space needs to match what I’ve already created in my mind.
Then came the dilemma: two locations side by side. One is bigger, brighter, more visible - the kind of place that catches tourists’ eyes immediately. Flashy, bold, full of space. The other is smaller and tucked away, but filled with character - original stone, arched doorways, an intimacy that makes you want to linger, where you feel seen.
I kept moving between them. The practical voice said: pick the bigger one. But standing in the smaller space, something clicked. This is it. This matches the world I’ve been curating at home.
My boutique - unmistakably 100% Bianca - doesn’t need to be the loudest on the street. It just needs to be what it’s meant to be: intentional, enchanting, authentic.
I thought of Lia’s song. How she knew what was true before she had all the words. That’s where I am now. I know my truth.
When did you choose the authentic version over the impressive one?
Bianca wears the Furla Divide It in Toni Naturale + Tabacco.
After reconnecting with Lia at the pool, I could feel myself changing - like something inside me had been unlocked. Almost suddenly, I stopped second-guessing every choice and started trusting my vision. What once felt overwhelming now came with a renewed sense of excitement about reaching my goal.
I started bringing pieces home. Testing them. Arranging and rearranging, seeing how different items speak to each other. Which bags pair well? What tells the story I want to tell? What creates that feeling I’m chasing - that sense of walking into a space that knows exactly who it is?
I keep coming back to stripes. There’s something about them - the way they’re honest, structured but playful, classic but never boring. They feel like me. I’ve been layering them, pairing them with solids, seeing how they live with other patterns. Each arrangement becomes a conversation: does this stripe belong here? Does it strengthen the whole?
I’m starting to picture the windows of my future boutique. The walls, the space, the location - they don’t exist yet in real life. But they exist so clearly in my mind I can almost touch them. By styling, photographing, and living with these pieces at home, I’m getting to know my own aesthetic. Learning what belongs and what doesn’t. Understanding the soul of the space I want to create.
This is the work before the work. The dreaming before the building.
It’s like where Lia is with her song- still figuring out what it means, but the pieces are there. The melody is real. And by sitting with it, playing it over and over, she’s getting closer to what she’s trying to say.
That’s where I am with the boutique. Not in the physical space yet, but deep in the creative one. Curating. Testing. Seeing. Touching. Feeling. Allowing myself to dream while staying focused. Asking: does this belong in my world?
The answer is starting to become clear.
What are you creating before you have the space to create it in?
Bianca wears the Furla Summer Sandal in Cognac & Aperitivo.
They were already there when I arrived - Bianca and Matteo by the pool, waiting.
For a second I almost bolted. My stomach dropped, my pulse raced, my palms flushed with sweat. Then our eyes locked - awkward, uncertain, both of us frozen. A whole year of distance, wondering, hurt, longing. I wanted to run over and hug her, but my feet felt nailed to the floor.
Then Matteo, bless him, launched himself into the pool with a ridiculous cannonball, sending water everywhere. We both jumped back, shrieking with laughter, and just like that - the tension began to fade.
At first, we were careful. Polite smiles, surface-level conversation, both of us testing the ground beneath our feet, tiptoeing around each other as if afraid to break something again. But slowly, the ice melted.
A shared laugh. Saying the same word at the same time. An inside joke slipping out without thinking. Somehow, without realizing it, we fell into our old rhythm - me in the water, her stretched out nearby, both of us just being. Like we used to be.
I mentioned the song I’ve been working on. How the melody came after the festival, but being home helped it grow. How I’m still not sure what it’s trying to say, and how the lyrics haven’t revealed themselves yet.
Bianca said she couldn’t wait to hear it when I’m ready. The way she said it - gentle, interested, no pressure - reminded me of before. When she believed in my music even when I didn’t. When she was my biggest cheerleader. I’m still nervous to play it for her, but maybe I should.
Floating on my back later, staring at the sky as clouds drifted and the sun dried my skin, I felt the tightness I’ve been carrying since our fight, since LA, since I started losing myself - loosen. Like the water was washing away more than heat.
Later, in the hammock watching light filter through the trees, I thought: maybe this is what it means to come home. Not just to a place, but to yourself. To the people who knew you before you tried to be anyone else.
Can you find your way back to people you thought you’d lost?
Lia wears the Furla Essential Mule sandal in Crystal & Marshmallow.
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