Chapter 2
Next Morning-Piazza Navona
It was a warm summer morning as Theresa sat at a café in Piazza Navona, sipping her latte. Her mind was lost in thought of the rollercoaster of a night she'd just gone through.
"Hey Theresa. Theresa?"
"Oh hey Whit. Sorry, I was just daydreaming."
"About Ethan?" She frowned, sitting across from her friend.
"No. Not Ethan.." she trailed off, a small smile forming. Whitney studied her friend's face.
"Oh I know. Your mystery man," she smiled knowingly.
"No, yes, well I was just thinking, this man saved my life, and I have no way to get in contact with him."
"Get in contact with him?"
"You know, to thank him."
"Oh but didn't you already thank him that night?"
"Ya, but that's not enough. I mean, he risked his life for me Whit. The least I could do is thank him properly.
"Mmmhmmm…that's all huh?"
"Yes.." Theresa blushed.
"Well, did you get his name?"
"No. That's just it. Everything happened so quickly. I barely thanked him when that crowd came and then he was gone. I'll never see him again." she said sadly.
"You don't know that."
"Do you know how many people live in Rome?"
"He didn't look Italian. Maybe he's on vacation."
"He sounded American," Theresa smiled slightly, remembering the sound of his voice.
"Hmm, hey what about that invitation he dropped?"
"What about it?"
"Well, from what I hear, it's a very popular masquerade ball here in Rome. Maybe he'll be there."
What if he left town already?"
"You won't know unless you go." Whitney smiled knowingly.
"You really think so?"
"Ya. What do you have to lose?"
Theresa smiled, feeling her excitement building inside her. "Ya maybe you're right. Signore, another latte and biscotti for my friend per favore," Theresa smiled at the waiter as she into bit her cookie, smiling.