The next morning Rachel again awoke as the dawn was breaking. She loved this early morning quiet time when nature and the city seemed to be stirring awake. She just lay there and listened. 

Then her mind began to replay the previous evening with Vincenzo. It had been a great introduction to her holiday in Rome. She pulled herself up short, ‘What! She had said ‘holiday’!’ This was the first time she had consciously thought of this trip as ‘a holiday’. Previou...