Catch Me When I Fall by Vicki Leigh

Author:Vicki Leigh [Leigh, Vicki]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781620074862
Amazon: B00NMNR802
Goodreads: 20826785
Publisher: Curiosity Quills Press
Published: 2014-10-23T04:00:00+00:00

n hour later, we met outside her room. When Kayla emerged, her long, dark hair fell in waves down her back, and she donned a light blue, spaghetti-strap dress. Her eyelids were covered in a shimmery, gold shadow that made her irises pop. She looked just as radiant as she had the night I took her to Paris. I smiled, silently thanking Tabbi for stocking the room with girly things, and held out my hand for Kayla to take.

Kayla was only on the eighth floor out of the total twelve stories, but I gave her a quick tour of the lower levels as we passed through each of them. And when we reached the grand foyer, her jaw slacked. I chuckled, leading her out the front door.

We walked hand-in-hand past the pink, orange, yellow and cream-colored buildings of the city. Every now and then she’d trip on one of the road’s cobblestones, and I’d grip her hand tighter to support her. A few times we had to dodge a car, but we mostly kept to the side streets.

On one of the corners stood a short man dressed in an elf costume, begging for tips, and twice we had to duck underneath clotheslines that hung low, weighed down by all the drying shirts. A smile was plastered to Kayla’s face, and her eyes took in every sight, jumping from one side of the street to the other like a video camera trying to capture every moment.

The closer we got to the piazza, the more people we ran into. Everywhere, people from all nationalities filled the streets, and finally, we crossed into a large, open courtyard. A grandiose fountain sat in the very center with stairs that led up to each edge of the base. People visited along the steps, chatting and marveling at their purchases.

All around the piazza, vendors sold various products, from jewelry to food to pottery and plants. The smells of baking bread and spices flooded my nose, and across the square, a musician sat on the ground, playing sitar. Doorways to different restaurants and shops stood between the vendors’ displays. People walked through the piazza with smiles.

“This is amazing,” Kayla said. She turned in a full circle, looking at every vendor, every store.

“This is the Piazza dei Sogni Eterni, or Plaza of Eternal Dreams. It’s been here for at least a hundred years, if not longer. You won’t find the piazza on travel sites or brochures, but it’s one of my favorite places in Rome. See that restaurant over there?” I pointed across the square. “They make the best lasagna I’ve ever tasted. And that little ice cream place has the best chocolate gelato. And over here is a bookstore that carries original copies of the most famous works in history.”

I led her to the bookstore, a place I had frequented quite often over the years, and walked through the open, arched doorway into a two-story building that housed books from floor to ceiling. In the back, a coffee shop sold pastries and newspapers.

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