Mrs. Vincenzi's eyebrows rose at Ferris's last question. "Vianna, non avete indicato al ragazzo la vostra stanza?" she asked, turning to her daughter with disapproving caramel eyes. Vianna gave an apologetic smile. "I was just getting to that..." she muttered before leading the way out of the kitchen. "I hope you don't mind sharing a room with Jamie..." she told Ferris with a faint smile. "We don't have enough rooms to give each person their own."