Lupus In Fabula

[Fiorella de Marco]

Her lips curved into a slight smile beneath the delicate mask and she blinked her eyes languidly. It was a gesture of approval, subtle yet unmistakable. Her gaze then flickered to her black-suited companion, and she took note of the golden rose pinned to his lapel. With a subtle nod, she silently acknowledged the elegance and refinement of his attire. Finally, her attention returned to her host.

"Despite the unfortunate complications, I must extend my thanks for the invitation to this social event. As of yet, my impressions are nothing but positive."

She added in a tone of pure courtesy, punctuating her words with a slight bow of her head. Then she sipped red wine from her crystal glass, her gaze lingering on the man with the golden rose - for long seconds she just watched him silently with her steely blue eyes. The mask covering the upper part of her face made any guesses of her inner thought processes difficult, but the air around her hinted at a certain intrigue.

"May I inquire as to what the program is for tonight? What should I anticipate?"

Her question, no doubt, was directed at both men - the host, who was throwing this soiree for the high society and her companion and guide for the evening. Fiorella tilted her head slightly, waiting for the answer with an air of poise and expectation.

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Fiorella Arianna de Marco | As Dawn Mayflower
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