Dream a Little Dream of Me The Thorntons Book 4

Isabella stood at the window of her penthouse apartment, staring out at the bustling city below. She was restless, unable to shake the feeling that something was missing from her life.

She had everything money could buy - luxury cars, designer clothes, and a lavish lifestyle. But there was a void inside her that she couldn't fill. She was the only daughter of Don Marcello, one of the most powerful mafia bosses in the country.

 She had grown up in the midst of luxury and excess, but it had never made her happy. In fact, it make her lonely.  

   Isabella was surprised when her phone buzzed with a text message from an unknown number. She was even more surprised when she read the message: "Meet me tonight at the Piazza del Popolo. There's something I want to show you." Isabella was curious and a little bit nervous, but she found herself typing back, "I'll be there." The Piazza del Popolo was a picturesque square in the heart of Rome, with a fountain and a towering obelisk at its center. As Isabella approached the square, she saw a shadowy figure standing beneath the obelisk.

 As she got closer, she could make out the figure's features - it was Luca, the man she had met at the book signing. He was even more handsome than she remembered, with dark hair and deep brown eyes. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't come," he said, a smile playing on his lips. "I wasn't sure if this was a good idea," Isabella replied.

"My father wouldn't approve of me meeting you."

 "Your father doesn't have to know," Luca said. "Come with me, I want to show you something."   

Isabella hesitated, but something about Luca's sincerity made her want to trust him. He took her hand and led her away from the square, down a winding cobblestone street. They ended up at a small cafe, tucked away in a quiet alley. "What is this place?" Isabella asked, looking around at the cozy tables and the warm lighting. "This is my favorite cafe," Luca said. "I come here to write, and the owners are like family to me." Isabella felt a warmth spread through her chest.

 This place felt safe and inviting, a welcome respite,

 Luca led Isabella to a table near the back of the cafe, where a candle flickered on the table. As they sat down, Luca reached into his bag and pulled out a book. "I wrote this," he said, placing the book on the table between them. "It's a collection of poems about Rome, about the people and places I love." Isabella picked up the book and leafed through the pages, mesmerized by Luca's words. As she read, she felt herself falling under the spell of his poetry, enchanted by the way he captured the essence of the city 

As Isabella kept reading, she became more and more entranced by Luca's words.