Lupus In Fabula

[Fiorella de Marco]

She gracefully bowed to her host as soon as he offered a bedroom for her and her companion to sleep in. With a polite bow and a glance at the ground, she silently bid him farewell. She then turned her gaze to her companion and accepted his offered arm like a well-mannered lady.

"With pleasure, Mister Doe."

With her glass of red wine in hand, Fiorella de Marco left their host alongside her companion. Despite being in potentially hostile territory, she gave off a suspiciously calm impression. Her own fears and worries seemed non-existent at the moment as she held onto her companion with ease - her palm resting comfortably on his arm as they walked down the corridor.

Once they were out of earshot, Fiorella let out a melodious chuckle in her stronger but quieter voice and turned her gaze to Damien Morreti, disguised as an unknown stranger.

"Ah, the evening has barely begun, and already a bedroom has been offered to you? My, my, Signor Morreti, it seems your reputation truly precedes you."

Fiorella de Marco remarked in a tone that was both polite and subtly teasing, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of her lips.

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Fiorella Arianna de Marco | As Dawn Mayflower
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