The next morning Sasha awoke feeling more alive and refreshed than she had ever felt before. She got dressed in the only blouse and skirt she had brought with her and went out for breakfast again.
Afterward she decided she would go see Fabrizio again and that she would most likely find him in the Common Room of the Steerage section. She hadn't walked for very far along the deck when she glanced up and saw a radiantly beautiful girl wearing a long golden gown shining in the sun step down the stairs. She had her red hair pinned up in a crown around her head that gave off the look of a rose blooming.
The other girl looked up at her and smiled faintly, "Good morning," she said politely.
"Good morning," said Sasha. "Where are you going?"
"I'd rather not say as you might not like to hear it," replied the girl a bit stiffly.
"Well," said Sasha. "My name is Sasha and I'm going to go see a friend of mine who is in Steerage."
The other girl stared at her in great surprise. "You are? So am I!"
"What a coincidence!" said Sasha. "Who are you going to see?"
"A man named Jack Dawson," she replied.
"I know Jack Dawson," said Sasha in amazement. "He's friends with the man I'm going to see. He is an Italian named Fabrizio."
"My name is Rose Dewitt Bukater," she said. "I'm going to see Mr. Dawson to thank him for saving my life as I didn't get the chance to last night."
"How did he save you?" asked Sasha curiously.
"He pulled me up after I fell off of the railing," replied Rose with a hint of embarrassment.
Just then they reached the stairs that led down to Steerage. When they entered the Common Room they found it was filled with activity, and it all stopped still when slowly everyone began to take notice of them. They found Jack sitting on a bench with a tousled haired little girl sitting on his knee and drawing in his sketchbook, and she also noticed Tommy was sitting by a piano playing a lively Irish tune. She then noticed Fabrizio was sitting on a bench across from them and trying to talk to a young woman with short curly blonde hair wearing a long black dress.
"No Italian? English? English is good," he said.
"Norwegian only," she replied with a thick accent.
"Norwegian?" Fabrizio repeated confused.
"Helga!" came the voice of a gray haired older woman from behind them who began speaking in a foreign language to the blonde girl in a tone that reminded Sasha of when her parents told her not to talk to strangers.
Sasha approached him and as soon as he saw her he smiled and rose to his feet and took her left hand and kissed it. "Buon giorno, Senorina Sasha!" he said.
Rose went up to Jack. "Hello, Mr. Dawson," she said to him.
"Hello, again," said Jack.
"May I speak with you?" she asked.
"Sure," said Jack.
Tommy was checking Rose out and Fabrizio was looking at her with a curious smile spread onto his handsome face. Rose noticing this said, "In private."
"Okay," said Jack as he gathered his sketchbook and gestured for her to go ahead of him. Tommy and Fabrizio stared after them with Tommy looking at Rose with loving eyes, Jack noticed this and slapped him on the shoulder to snap him out of it.
Tommy and Fabrizio glanced at each other and then glanced back at Jack and Rose, and then at each other again and began laughing together in their Irish and Italian accents.
Jack looked back at them and raised an eyebrow just before he exited through the door and went up to the deck with Rose.
"So does he know her?" Sasha asked Fabrizio.
"She seems to know him, no? Fabrizio smiled. "And somehow I think she likes him too!" He giggled.
"Well, I'll be darned! The angels are coming!" exclaimed Tommy as he lit a cigarette.
Fabrizio laughed as Sasha asked "What does he mean?"
Fabrizio stopped laughing long enough to reply. "We saw her up on the high deck a couple days ago and Jack was, come si dice, staring? Tommy said, I am quoting, Jack would as like have angels fly out of his arse as get next to the likes of her!" he laughed as he tried to mimic Tommy's Irish accent.
"Well, I am just glad Jack has an angel of his own to be happy with," said Sasha.
"Me too," Fabrizio said
"Well,"said Sasha to Fabrizio, "Why don't we go outside ourselves and get some fresh air?"
Fabrizio agreed and so they went outside and began to walk across the deck.
"I remember yesterday you told me you wanted to go to America to become a millionaire," Sasha said to Fabrizio. "Why?"
"Because I believe it to be my destiny," Fabrizio replied simply.
"But how can you be so sure of it?" asked Sasha.
"Well, because my Mama always tell me I have big heart and can do much for the world if I could afford to. And so I want to afford to."
"I see," said Sasha. "But why do you want to do so in America?"
"Because my Papa always tell me America is the place where anything can happen and anyone can become millionaire," Fabrizio replied. "And he say he always want to go to America with my Mama and me... but he died in the town he was born in and never did. The last thing he tell me was to hold onto my dream and make it come true."
"I see," said Sasha. "I can understand and I can certainly see you as being able to do a lot of good for everyone in America. What kind of things do you have in mind?"
"I no know yet," Fabrizio replied. "But I know when time comes I will know. My Papa tell me that is what life is all about, just going wherever it and destiny take you. So tell me, what do you believe your destiny is?"
"I'm afraid I don't know right now," Sasha admitted softly. "And I'm afraid I might not even have one."
Fabrizio looked completely stunned at this. "But that can't be so! Everyone has a destiny as everyone has something they are good at. I'm sure everyone on this ship has a destiny of their own and that is why they go to America. And you are from America, no? So you must have a very big destiny as I see it in you. I do not know what it is though, you must find that yourself."
Sasha thought deeply for a few moments and then said, "Well, there are some things I like to do. I like dancing, and I love music."
"Can you sing music also?" Fabrizio asked.
"I haven't since I was a child," admitted Sasha. "Though I sometimes like to write down little poems that come to me and they seem almost like short songs."
"Well, maybe that is your destiny," Fabrizio said. "To be famous song writer. My best friend Jack is good at drawing people and he will someday be famous artist. My Papa was good at making things from wood and so he became a carpenter. My Uncle Giovanni was a great cook and so he started his own tratorria."
"Well, I don't know if the songs I write are any good really," said Sasha. "And I'm sure they aren't the kind that can be famous."
"But you never know unless you try to make them so," Fabrizio said. "Or unless you share them. So could you please tell me one of them?"
Sasha thought for a moment and then said, "Well, okay. Here's one I wrote a few days ago."
"I wake up and see the sun,
I want this to be the day,
In which I have fun,
Though I cannot stay
I must be on my way
To other days of wandering,
Of wishing, of hoping, of dreaming,
But until then I will begin my day anew
And hope I will spend it with someone like you."
Fabrizio smiled from ear to ear as he said, "Felissimo! Bella! Che magnifico! You must be destined to be famous in words!"
Sasha blushed a little bit. "Do you really think so?"
"I'm positive," Fabrizio confirmed.
Shortly afterward they had lunch with each other once again. Then later they went back to the Steerage Room.
Tommy approached them and addressing Fabrizio he said, "I am looking for someone else to arm wrestle with, how about you Fabri?"
"Certo, Tommy," Fabrizio replied smiling.
Sasha watched as the two men locked their hands together in one tight fist and Tommy's grip seemed the tightest as he began trying to push Fabrizio's back, and Fabrizio was also trying to push Tommy's back from the opposite end though he didn't seem to be having much luck. They both bent forward in concentration and gritted their teeth towards each other and Tommy made a grunting sound and looked as if was just about to win out. But then suddenly Fabrizio knocked Tommy's fist down onto the table with a loud bang.
The people around them cheered as Tommy sat back rubbing the back of his hand with a shocked look in his eyes and face. He then smiled and reached and shook hands with Fabrizio. He was a good sport.
Sasha stared at him wondering how such delicate hands could have such strength in them.
Just then all became silent again except for a few gasps as everyone looked towards the stairs again. Sasha looked with them and saw Rose and Jack entering the room except that Jack didn't look like Jack for he was wearing a perfectly pressed tuxedo and a pair of highly polished black shoes and his hair was very neatly slicked back behind his ears, Rose was on his arm and was now earing a slightly revealing red and purple beaded evening gown.
"Jack?" Fabrizio gasped.
"Yes, it's me," said Jack. "Who else would I be?"
"Jack you look very...?" Fabrizio tried to find the right word. "Who loaned you this?" he pointed at the tuxedo.
"It's a long story," said Jack. "I promise I'll tell you later. Fabri, Tommy, may I present Miss Rose Dewitt... what was that moniker again?" he asked turning to Rose.
"Rose Dewitt Bukater," she replied.
"Right. Rose Dewitt Bukater. Rose, this is my best friend Fabrizio De Rossi, and my newest friend Tommy Ryan," Jack introduced.
"Pleased to meet you gentlemen," Rose said smiling.
Tommy shook his head. "We ain't gentlemen, just men."
Fabrizio stepped forward and shook Rose's hand. "Is a pleasure to meet a lady such as yourself, bella Rosa," he said smiling and you could hear the struggle in his voice as he tried to sound a little bit sophisticated.
"Oh, please, just call me Rose," she insisted. "I'm not interested in being a lady tonight."
Fabrizio smiled warmly and said, "I hope you have a great time with Jack as I think I'll have a great time with la Sasha!"
Sasha took Fabrizio's hand and they began to dance as they had the night before.
"Is okay I put my hand here?" he asked as he gently placed his hand just beneath her right arm.
She nodded as she liked the feel of his touch just about anywhere. The touch of his hands sent a warm tingle thorough her being that was unlike anything she ever knew before and unlike anything she had ever felt around Robbie. She kept smiling as they danced and he smiled back at her as if he were experiencing the same kind of feelings. Subconsciously she leaned into him and kissed him on his slightly fuzzy left cheek.
He gasped quietly a moment and then suddenly began laughing with ecstasy. Just then they stopped in front of the Irish musicians as the first dance ended.
"Bravo! Bravo!" Fabrizio applauded them.
"Thank you," said the band leader. "Okay lads, let's go!"
The band was struck up again and Sasha took to the dance floor with Fabrizio again. They soon noticed Jack now had Rose dancing with him as well. They danced close together and linked each other's arms and twirled each other around. Sasha was having a lot of fun with it, however at one point Fabrizio twirled her one way as she went the other way and she ended up falling back onto her left foot and twisted it.
"Ow!" she exclaimed as she stumbled and nearly fell over.
"What happened?" Fabrizio asked with concern as he held her up.
"I think I just popped my ankle, it hurts!" she said miserably.
"Come sit over here. I know just what need to do," said Fabrizio as he gently led her over to a chair at a table.
Once she was seated he took her injured foot in his hands and began rubbing it in a very soothing way and soon she felt the pain subsiding, and as he was finishing he rubbed his fingertips over the tender place on her ankle in a way that tickled slightly in a pleasant way.
"There all better, no?" he said smiling up at her.
"Oh yeah!" she said feeling much better.
Just then the band was struck up again and a new dance started where people were beginning to form a chain of dancers. Sasha felt her energy fully return to her and stood and took Fabrizio's hand and led them into the chain.
"Andiamo! Andiamo!" Fabrizio exclaimed as he reached out and took Rose's hand and she took Jack's hand and they all began dancing side by side in a chain.
They danced like this until it was quite late and everyone was exhausted. Once they stopped Fabrizio and Sasha said goodnight to Jack and Rose and they each went their separate ways.
When Fabrizio walked Sasha back to her room they stopped for a moment and looked up at the sky which full of stars. Then suddenly they saw a shooting star blaze across the sky.
"That is your star," Fabrizio said to Sasha.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"My Papa always tell me when you see a shooting star and you are with someone you love it is yours to wish on, or you can give it to the someone who you love. So I give it you. What do you wish for?"
Sasha was completely touched. She had never heard such a thing about shooting stars before though she liked it all the same. "Well," she said slowly. "I wish for you to live a long and happy life in America."
Fabrizio smiled and then he leaned forward and gave her the sweetest kiss she could have ever dreamed of.