It had been a wonderful day, and Rachel floated up to her room in a dream. She had seen some wonderful art in the Sistine Chapel, but her mind was elsewhere. All she could do was daydream. All she could see in her mind was the smiling face of Vincenzo. She saw him as extremely handsome, with his dark shoulder length hair, and she wondered why such a person would be interested in her. Even so, her mind did not dwell too much on the negative. Her emotions were in turmoil. She felt like she was a teenager a...