People I have met and hated in Italy

The woman at one of the Montepulciano-adjacent wineries we went to today. It was not that she wasn't nice (she was), polite (fine) and interesting (sure). It was the fact that she moved to Italy three years ago to write a book and is having said book published in the summer. Therefore, clearly, my hatred is fuelled solely by bone-crushing envy and it goes without saying that I barely CHOKED out my insincere "I'll look out for your bo-ok!" goodbye. If she hadn't been a sincerely unattractive woman (sorry, lady) I would seriously be considering Single White Femaling her arse.