Italian Affair

Chapter 1

Joe Bradley walked out of the Palace, unable to get her out of his mind. For one brief afternoon, she

was no longer the Princess. She was Anya, the woman he had fallen in love with.

The thought surprised him. He wasn't the type to fall in love so easily; never had been. That is until

that fateful night when he'd found her lying sleeping on a bench. His friend, Irving was a different

story. It seemed that Irving had a different dame for each day of the week.

Suddenly, footsteps could be heard behind him on the marble floor. Joe turned to find Irving with an

expression that was clearly one of frustration.

"Joe, are you coming?" Irving asked.

Joe looked at his watch, wondering how long Irving had been waiting. "What? Oh. Yeah."

"Well, come on, I'm starving!" Irving said. "Let's go get some lunch."

Joe smiled as sincerely as possible. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. How about Rocca's?"

"Rocca's?" Irving asked in surprise. "Well, Joe. We just went there yesterday with-"

Joe sighed. He just needed one reminder of her to get him through the day; just one. "You're right,

Irving. Forget I ever mentioned it." A lump caught in his throat, and he quickly looked away.

"Well, Joe, I just meant that..." Irving stopped suddenly, noticing the strange look on the reporter's

face. "You know, now that I think of it, Rocca's sounds pretty good. Besides, there's a new waitress

that I'm anxious to meet."