From the Book I bunch the soft fabric of the dress in my hand and then reach up to feel the ribbon in my hair. I lightly skim my hand over my chin and feel my lack of zit. I take in the costumes of the crowd, the stench of the animals, and the Italian I can now speak and understand. And suddenly it hits me. Reyna pulled some gypsy mojo. This must be one of those nifty twenty-four hour, 'change your life' magic scenarios like in the movies. That explanation is infinitely better than assuming I've lost my mind. My frantic tension melts away and a smile stretches across my face. The growing crowd seems to notice my change in demeanor and begin shooting each other amused looks, but I no longer care. I was wrong earlier; Reyna is a psychic mind reader, because this is my exact daydream from earlier in the courtyard come to life. The long red gown, the braided hair, the Italian merchant daughter, the time period. I am in Renaissance Florence! Cane man clears his throat and points toward the carriage again. I glance at my surroundings with new eyes and suddenly remember Reyna's words. It's as if they float in the air around me. "Caterina, a great adventure is in store for you." There's no way I'm letting this adventure pass me by without reveling in it. Gypsy's orders. I mean, part of me wishes Dad could come along-he'd probably come back with killer ideas for a new historical or something-but an extra day without Jenna? Twenty-four whole hours of not feeling like I'm the third wheel in my own family? Sign me up for that kind of gypsy voodoo. "This must be one of those nifty twenty-four hour, 'change your life' magic scenarios like in the movies. That explanation is infinitely better than assuming I've lost my mind. My frantic tension melts away and a smile stretches across my face." - from the book