(Rachel's pov)
"Why do I feel he is Vince? His eyes…. I can't forget them."
I slapped myself for thinking about the night again. My cheeks blushed and I looked down in embarrassment when suddenly reality hit me.
I frantically searched for the hairpin but it was nowhere. My hair wasn't secured with it.
"This is where hell's calling for me. Andrew repeatedly warned me not to get that misplaced…." I scratched my head twice.
"Mam, is this yours?" The waiter asked me.
The diamond clip was shining. I quickly grabbed it from him and ended the conversation with a quick thank you.
After some time, I felt the strain getting better so I got up and proceeded toward the main area thinking about how to approach Vincenzo.
While pouring some juice, I noticed a young lady in a wheelchair. She loo
