She heard their voices as they conversed in rapid Italian as she headed for the hallway with its rooms.
She tried to get her bearings as she headed for the room reminding herself that she was no longer in New York. She was in Italy. Everyone seemed to speak Italian over here-completely alienating her. It was the common language after all.
Even the maids she came across that said words of greeting to her did it in Italian, knowing by her response in English that she could not speak the tongue. She had to be serious about learning her mother tongue else she would have people plotting against her under her nose and she would not have an inkling, Siena mused to herself.
She reached the room she would be sharing with Ricci. It was his room and she had only just moved there this morning from