A Dream of Rome

ing out at the bustling city below. She was restless, unable

lifestyle. But there was a void inside her that she couldn't fill. She was the on

y and excess, but it had never made her

l 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 pict

g. He was even more handsome than she remembered, with dark hair and deep brown eyes. "I was beginning to think yo

dn't approve of

ow," Luca said. "Come with me, I

tone 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

afe and inviting,

his," 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 leafe

she became more and more

et. 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 hear

"La Notte Romana", an

n Rome is li

city of sta

et, and the str

comes alive

dance and th

d is wrapped

another world, a world where anything is possible. She looks up at

t 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 th