368 I Deceived You

The nightlife in Rome pales in comparison to what Miranda was used to back home. Most of the surroundings were engulfed in darkness, with only a few 24-hour establishments, their entrances desolate and void of activity.

“It's nothing like Las Vegas,” Derek remarked. “Rome was once a grand city in ancient times, but now it’s mostly a tourist destination.”

Miranda chuckled softly. “Rome has its own charm. It doesn't need to be compared to other cities. Las Vegas has its vibrancy, but Rome is rich in culture and history.”

Derek smiled, pleased with her response. “Yes, Rome’s culture is renowned worldwide. America too, of course.”

Miranda raised an eyebrow. “Do you like American movies?”

“Yes, I love American arts films. Brigitte, Jet Wilson, and oh, my favorite, Robert Downey.”

Miranda was surprised. “You know more than I do.”

Derek laughed, his English tinged with an Italian accent, though still fluent. “Miranda, I must admit, I’ve deceived you.”