Hey guys! Okay so this is the most recent chapter of The Place To Fall In Love. Thank you guys for your reviews so far and to answer someone's question - No, Vita Di Amore isn't a real village... Or at least i don't think it is... I just made it up with my trusted little helper called Google Translate :D

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When I woke up it was very bright outside. I must have pushed the bed sheets down the bed during the night, because they lay at my feet and even still, the hot and humid air stuck to my skin.

I took a breath and tried to move in the bed, but my muscles were so sore I felt like I'd been sleeping for days. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was just past 10am. But what concerned me most was the date. I sat forward slowly, feeling my muscles stretch back to life. I stared at the date for a long moment. I arrived here on Saturday night, which was the 10th July. But now the clock was saying Monday 12th July.

I took me almost five minutes to realise I'd slept through a whole day.

I cursed myself for not thinking about the jetlag before I came. Now I'd wasted a whole day of my two weeks here.

I frowned and got up, going to the bathroom to take a shower and waken myself a little more.

After my shower I opened the solid oak wardrobe I'd unpacked my clothes into. I searched for something nice to wear and decided upon a black summer dress with a bold flower print and full skirt.

It wasn't what I normally wore. I could hardly walk around America in something like that every day, but I loved the idea of being able to wear dresses like these all the time. This was why I bought loads for my trip to Italy.

It wasn't until I was fully dressed, and pinning my hair up into a bun to stop the heat from making it stick to me, did I remember Mr Cullen from Saturday night.

My stomach did a little flip in anticipation of seeing him again. Maybe I'd even see him today.

I grabbed my white handbag, which I'd also purchased for my trip, and I headed downstairs.

The B&B was homely and very cosy. It had pictures lining the walls, and carpets quieting every move you made. It was just like a house that people came to stay in; it didn't have the hotel feel to it that everywhere else had. Rose, the owner of the B&B was very kind to me. She reminded me of my grandmother. The B&B had been passed down to her from her father, who had named it "Garden of Roses" after her.

When I got downstairs I was faced with the front desk. I walked over and grabbed two maps of the village that would help me on my travels today.

I was about to turn towards the door when I heard someone laugh. It didn't sound like Rose. In fact it sounded like a man.

Curiosity got the better of me and so I walked a few inches further into the hall, thankful that I was wearing flat shoes and the carpet would disguise me.

I looked into the room and saw that it was a bar, lined with drinks and seats for visitors and guests.

What surprised me the most was the fact that Mr Cullen stood behind the bar, dressed in a white shirt as he cleaned the counter.

He was laughing at a radio broadcast, and it was in Italian so I couldn't even understand what they were saying.

I took the chance to look at him a little more closely. He was definitely handsome, and I could tell that he was a nice person, not only because he saved my life two nights ago. There was something more there too... A secret...

Suddenly he looked up and met my gaze, as if feeling my stare.

He smiled at me, raising an eyebrow, "Morning sunshine."

I blushed in spite of myself and moved slightly so I was in the door frame, "Good morning..."

He chuckled, "Sleep well?" There was a smirk playing on his lips and I tilted my head.

"Did you know I'd been sleeping the whole time?" I accused.

He grinned, "I did it too when I first came here. Jetlag is hell."

I nodded a little, "Yeah it is."

He glanced down at the maps in my hands, "Sightseeing today?"

I followed his gaze and nodded, "Hopefully."

"Well..." He stayed quiet for a long moment, "How about I show you around?"

I frowned slightly, "Aren't you working?"

"I'm only here to sort out an order that came in this morning. And it's already finished. So I could show you around the village, instead of having those maps stuck to your face the whole day. Plus, I can tell you some interesting facts."

I laughed, "Interesting facts? Well then how could I refuse?"

He smiled before setting the cloth he was using under the counter, "Alright..." He said, coming out from behind the bar, "Let's go." He walked over to me, towering above my five feet four inches. He took the maps from my hands gently and set them back onto the front desk again, "We won't be needing those."

He opened the door for me and I walked outside, smiling at him in thanks as he shut the door. Rose was standing outside, brushing the pavement slowly.

I leaned in to his ear as we walked down the few steps there was, "Do Italians really do that?"

He turned to look at me curiously and our faces were indescribably close to each others. I leaned back slightly to make some distance, trying to ignore the unnatural thudding of my heart, "Do what?"

"Brush the pavement. I thought they only did that in movies."

He chuckled and I noticed how his lips twitched and his eyes lit up with the effort, "Yes... Everyone does it."

I nodded, "Okay... Lesson one learned."

When we came within Rose's view she turned and smiled at us both, "Oh look at you two!" Her Italian accent was strong, but her English was good, "Sightseeing I suppose?"

"Yes." Mr Cullen answered, "I'm showing her around the village."

"Good boy!" She laughed, "It's much better when you have someone to help you. Have a good day!" She said with a wave of her hand.

Mr Cullen and I turned to walk back down the street, laughing to ourselves before I looked up at him, "Why didn't you tell me you worked at the B&B when I first arrived?"

He shrugged slightly and smiled, placing his hands in the pockets of his jeans, "It seemed irrelevant."

"Oh... But questioning me was relevant?" I smirked and raised an eyebrow.

He looked over at me and laughed, "I didn't question you! I was just curious."

"Mmhm." I smiled, glancing around me at some buildings, "You were so rude you didn't even tell me your name."

He shook his head, "You didn't tell me your name either Miss Swan."

"We reached the B&B before you could get to that question I guess."

He nudged me gently with his elbow, "You're stubborn."

"You'll learn to love that about me." I grinned, "So anyway, are you going to tell me your name?"

He stopped suddenly and turned to face me, so I did the same.

He held out his hand, "I'm Edward."

I tilted my head slightly, reaching to shake his hand. Edward. I liked it.

I ignored the warmth his hand sent through mine and instead I tried to speak, "Nice to meet you Edward." I smiled, "I'm Bella..."

"Beautiful..." He murmured instantly.

My eyes widened and I laughed a little, noticing how he still hadn't let go of my hand.

"I don't really like it all that much... I wouldn't say it's beautiful..." I was trying to stop the blush that had formed on my cheeks, but I was failing miserably.

He blinked, as if now coming back to reality and he smiled, "No... Bella means beautiful in Italian..."

I raised both eyebrows, "Oh I see... That makes more sense then."

"But it is also a beautiful name... For a beautiful girl..." He spoke low, and his green gaze began to burn into mine, that and the heat was making me lightheaded.

He let go of my hand gently, motioning for us to start walking again, "Come on... We'd best get sightseeing."

We walked down a long street, lined with houses and flats that had their washing lines connected like phone lines across the pavements above my head, just like in the movies.

I smiled to myself, glancing around me in awe as I tried to take everything in. Edward obviously noticed my distraction and so he slowed down a little, letting me take in more.

"Hold on." He grabbed my elbow gently, pulling me back towards a narrow alleyway.

"Where are we going?" I wondered curiously, walking quickly so I didn't fall over.

Edward stopped in front of a red bricked wall, which was the side of a house we'd been just about to pass.

"Do you see the heart?"

I frowned, shaking my head, "Heart?"

He moved forward towards the wall suddenly, reaching to trace his fingers over a faint line. I moved closer instinctively, squinting my eyes to see what he was showing me.

I saw it then, and I smiled to myself as he traced the outline.

It was a heart, carved into the wall lightly. "Why is it here?" I asked quietly.

"Ninety years ago this building belonged to the family of a young woman who had fallen in love with a poor man. Back then, relationships between different classes weren't allowed. So the man was forbidden from seeing her. He decided to leave the village, but before he did, he carved the heart into the wall to remind her he still loved her."

I stared at the heart in awe, smiling faintly as I pictured a young man working to carve it. I surprised myself by imagining the young man as Edward...

I blinked a little and looked at him, "Did they ever meet each other again?"

"Some rumours have it that she ran away to find him... Others say that her father found out about her plan and killed her before it could happen... No-one knows."

I nodded to myself, looking at the heart once more before Edward walked away from the alley.

I followed him slowly, squinting my eyes from the sun as I looked up at him, "Are there many things like that around here?"

He smiled, "A few. I'll show you some of them today..."

"And the rest?" I queried.

"You have two weeks here... I'm sure we can space them out."

I laughed a little, raising an eyebrow as he turned his gaze onto me, "You're eager to spend more time with me then."

"Well why not?" He smiled, his teeth white against his slightly tanned face, "I enjoy talking about the history of this place..."

I nodded, "Like you said... Interesting facts." He laughed in agreement, "So are you ever going to tell me how you came to live here?"

He smirked slightly, "It's a long story. Perhaps I'll take you to the vineyard to tell you. Not today though... One day..."

"I'll hold you to that..." I grinned before tilting my head a little, kicking a rough pebble as we walked, "The vineyard?"

"Just a place I like to go..."

I nodded, staying quiet for a long moment before I spoke again, "So where exactly are you taking me then?"

He smiled, turning towards another street. The sun was stronger here, and even though a few people lined the streets and their chatter filled the air, I could hear the faint rush of water nearby.

I followed his lead, not speaking as we walked towards a pier. I stared out at the water as it came into my view and I took a breath, shaking my head a little at its beauty.

The water crashed against the sand and the end of the pier in gentle motions, moving back and forth without a care.

Edward stopped slowly, moving to place his hands on a wooden barrier that stopped us from stepping onto the sand. I turned to look out at the water, setting my hands on the wood too, but accidentally setting my hand on top of Edward's.

I could feel Edward glance down at our hands, and I pulled my hand away gently, "Sorry..." I mumbled, not taking my eyes from the beach.

Edward noticed my distraction, "You like the beach then?" He asked, speaking low.

I nodded slightly, "My Grandmother loved them... I guess she passed it on to me."

Edward said nothing, but I could feel that his gaze had moved off me now, and back to the water.

"This is a nice place..." I said after a short moment.

Edward spoke low, murmuring quietly as if not to disturb the flow of the waves, "Years ago, when the Second World War was taking place, they used this village as a port, because it was small and out of the way... Because the men were all out at war, the women worked in the factories... When the Army and Navy ships would come to the Port, the women would drop their work, and run to the beach, hoping to find their boyfriend or husband among the lucky men who got to come home for those sacred seconds. If they found their love, they'd hug, maybe even kiss each other, before they'd have to let them go again... Other's weren't so lucky... But still they never gave up..."

I listened to him, and as his words flowed smoothly I saw women running onto the sand, searching through the crowds of men, trying to find the one they loved. I focused on one woman, and I watched as tears streamed down her face and she shook her head, standing desolate and alone as people hugged and kissed around her.

I blinked slightly, and noticed the woman was me...

Suddenly hands covered her eyes and she stopped breathing. She placed her clean, white hands over the muddy, tanned hands of the man behind her, before she turned and jumped into his arms.

I smiled to myself, watching as they hugged each other so tightly, I could almost feel myself trying to catch a breath.

It was when they pulled back I really did feel the air leave my body.

The soldier was Edward.

I frowned to myself, as if only realising now that the soldier shouldn't have been Edward. It should have been Jacob...

But it wasn't.

I shook my head a little, watching as the people faded away from the beach, but not before the soldier and the woman had locked lips.

It was only because Edward was standing beside me right now, I tried to convince myself.

"Are you okay?" Edward's voice was quiet.

I looked up at him and smiled, nodding a little, "I'm fine... That was an amazing story... Thank you..."

He smiled easily, shrugging as he turned to walk down towards the sand, "Come on. We can build a sandcastle before I show you around some more."

I smiled wide, slipping off my shoes and running to catch up to him, my worries seeming to fade away with every word he spoke.

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