|The stuff of horror films and saints tales|
Vilana ran away from home at age thirteen to join a convent. The sisters sent her home, and her folks married her off to Rosso di Piero. Vilana then embraced the worldly pleasures that Rosso offered her, right up until she gazed into a mirror one day and saw a demon grinning back at her. Aware that she overindulged in sensuality, she sought some advice from the Dominicans in the area. She became a Dominican tertiary, focusing on living a saintly life as a wife and mother.
The unfavorable reaction of everyone around her might have been enough to drive some of us back to the pack, to behave like everyone else. Vilana kept it up, though, and in so doing, eventually came to be recognized as a living saint. By the time of her death, the Dominican fathers were unable to bury her for a month due to the constant crowd of mourners who wanted to pray by her corpse.