Zola Angelica lives with her mum and her Nonna Rosa. They live in a little house, in a little street, in a little suburb, in the middle of a big city. You’ve probably seen her house. It’s number twelve Boomerang Street.
It’s called Bella Rosa. During the summertime, the front garden is bursting with red, orange, yellow, white and blue flowers. Most days, kids on bikes, and dads with prams, and mums who jog, and the lady who delivers mail, stop to look and smell and touch and smile.