"In 'A Dream of Rome', a young woman finds herself lost in the pages of a poetry book, and swept away by the words of a mysterious poet. As she reads, she finds herself falling in love with the city of Rome and the romance of the poet's words. But when the book ends, she must decide whether to seek out the poet in real life, or to keep the magic of their connection alive only in her imagination." find out what happens next!!
Chapter 1 The imaginary life
Isabella stood at the window of her penthouse apartment, staring out at the bustling city below. She was restless, unable to shake the feeling that something was missing from her life.
She had everything money could buy - luxury cars, designer clothes, and a lavish lifestyle. But there was a void inside her that she couldn't fill. She was the only daughter of Don Marcello, one of the most powerful mafia bosses in the country.
She had grown up in the midst of luxury and excess, but it had never made her happy. In fact, it make her lonely.
Isabella was surprised when her phone buzzed with a text message from an unknown number. She was even more surprised when she read the message: "Meet me tonight at the Piazza del Popolo. There's something I want to show you." Isabella was curious and a little bit nervous, but she found herself typing back, "I'll be there." The Piazza del Popolo was a picturesque square in the heart of Rome, with a fountain and a towering obelisk at its center. As Isabella approached the square, she saw a shadowy figure standing beneath the obelisk.
As she got closer, she could make out the figure's features - it was Luca, the man she had met at the book signing. He was even more handsome than she remembered, with dark hair and deep brown eyes. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't come," he said, a smile playing on his lips. "I wasn't sure if this was a good idea," Isabella replied.
"My father wouldn't approve of me meeting you."
"Your father doesn't have to know," Luca said. "Come with me, I want to show you something."
Isabella hesitated, but something about Luca's sincerity made her want to trust him. He took her hand and led her away from the square, down a winding cobblestone street. They ended up at a small cafe, tucked away in a quiet alley. "What is this place?" Isabella asked, looking around at the cozy tables and the warm lighting. "This is my favorite cafe," Luca said. "I come here to write, and the owners are like family to me." Isabella felt a warmth spread through her chest.
This place felt safe and inviting, a welcome respite,
Luca led Isabella to a table near the back of the cafe, where a candle flickered on the table. As they sat down, Luca reached into his bag and pulled out a book. "I wrote this," he said, placing the book on the table between them. "It's a collection of poems about Rome, about the people and places I love." Isabella picked up the book and leafed through the pages, mesmerized by Luca's words. As she read, she felt herself falling under the spell of his poetry, enchanted by the way he captured the essence of the city
As Isabella kept reading, she became more and more entranced by Luca's words.
The poems were like love letters to the city of Rome, describing the beauty of the architecture, the romance of the cobblestone streets, and the magic of the fountains. She felt like she was falling in love with a place she had never been, and with a man she had never met. When she looked up from the book, she saw Luca watching her, a smile playing on his lips. She continued reading and Isabella glances up from the book, and sees Luca still watching her. She can't help but smile back at him, and something about his smile makes her heart skip a beat. "Have you read any of my other poems?" Luca asks. "Not yet," Isabella replies. "But I'd love to." Luca takes the book from her hands and flips through the pages, stopping at a particular poem. "This one is my favorite," he says, handing the book back to her.
The poem is called "La Notte Romana", and it begins like this:
"The night in Rome is like a dream,
A glittering city of stars and lights.
The air is sweet, and the streets are warm,
And the city comes alive with life.
The fountains dance and the people sing,
And the world is wrapped in magic."
As Isabella reads the poem, she feels like she's been transported to another world, a world where anything is possible. She looks up at Luca, and sees that he's watching her, a look of wonder in his eyes.
As Isabella finishes reading the poem, she looks up and sees that Luca has gotten up from his chair and is standing next to her. She feels a jolt of excitement as he reaches out and takes her hand. "Would you like to see some of the places from the poem?" he asks, a mischievous smile on his face. "I know Rome like the back of my hand." Isabella finds herself nodding, as if in a trance, and before she knows it, she's following Luca out of the cafe and into the streets of Rome.