Bianca’s diary:
Kareem is ready and patiently waiting as I nervously fidget and postpone our short walk to Ca’ Specchio. He is more gorgeous than ever in his embroidered silken Nehru jacket with nacreous reflection. It’s creamy, in stark contrast with his puffy black trousers – he’s wearing his own formal clothing, albeit with a smaller turban than the ones I saw him wearing in his Raji palace.
His face is hidden behind a full-face white mask with a single red tear under the left-eye hole. The ribbon that holds it is hidden under the turban, so I feel like going to the ball with a faceless man. Even his sweet, sexy voice is distorted, and I hope he can breath behind that mask… his velvety eyes seem to laugh at me behind it and as his mouth is hidden, I can only guess…
He hides a knife in his boots, the jewel of the hilt hidden by the puff of the trousers. I feel safe with him, but tremble at the thought of this social gathering…
Lady Vee is escorted by her husband, Lord Vee. They have been married for 25 years. Lady Vee never tires of her partner who manages to make her swoon since the day they met. Lord Vee is tall and fair haired with handsome hawkish features. He maintains a trim figure due to daily walks and energetic nature.
We have brought our daughter, Faustina, also known as Tina. She is to dance the Gelderlander with a Jonathan Lammerts van Hartz who is the son of a recent acquaintance. He is known to be a heartthrob amongst the ladies. It will be our first time to meet him.
Bianca: ladies, hands off! I went to the Raji and back to get this man, I’m not sharing! Although Mr Mars is… uhm… uh… no, no, I have my escort, thank you! Let’s dance, my beloved!
Sarina: Lady Vee — I do see what you mean about the benefits of his daily walks and other pursuits… I shall be interested to get a glimpse of the young man.
My escort is my eccentric cousin Victor. He wears the ruffles like none other can, but I fear he outshines me as usual. He has his eyes on the other ladies (Barb, he is watching you) as he has served me some white burgundy and left me alone. Again.
Bianca’s diary:
Kareem is ready and patiently waiting as I nervously fidget and postpone our short walk to Ca’ Specchio. He is more gorgeous than ever in his embroidered silken Nehru jacket with nacreous reflection. It’s creamy, in stark contrast with his puffy black trousers – he’s wearing his own formal clothing, albeit with a smaller turban than the ones I saw him wearing in his Raji palace.
His face is hidden behind a full-face white mask with a single red tear under the left-eye hole. The ribbon that holds it is hidden under the turban, so I feel like going to the ball with a faceless man. Even his sweet, sexy voice is distorted, and I hope he can breath behind that mask… his velvety eyes seem to laugh at me behind it and as his mouth is hidden, I can only guess…
He hides a knife in his boots, the jewel of the hilt hidden by the puff of the trousers. I feel safe with him, but tremble at the thought of this social gathering…
Parthenope: Absolutely lovely! Veniche attracts the most cosmopolitan of the world’s people, and your escort sounds completely yummy.
Lucia: Bianca! How wonderful! Come dance the Gelderlander, quickly or you and Kareem shall miss out! (Whispers: he’s quite as exotic as you said!)
Sarina: He does, indeed. His costume is so exotic, I long to see the face behind the mask!
Lady Vee is escorted by her husband, Lord Vee. They have been married for 25 years. Lady Vee never tires of her partner who manages to make her swoon since the day they met. Lord Vee is tall and fair haired with handsome hawkish features. He maintains a trim figure due to daily walks and energetic nature.
We have brought our daughter, Faustina, also known as Tina. She is to dance the Gelderlander with a Jonathan Lammerts van Hartz who is the son of a recent acquaintance. He is known to be a heartthrob amongst the ladies. It will be our first time to meet him.
Bianca: ladies, hands off! I went to the Raji and back to get this man, I’m not sharing! Although Mr Mars is… uhm… uh… no, no, I have my escort, thank you! Let’s dance, my beloved!
Sarina: Lady Vee — I do see what you mean about the benefits of his daily walks and other pursuits… I shall be interested to get a glimpse of the young man.
Sarina: Ah, Bianca. Just so. ‘Tis well for us that the mind can go where the hands cannot!
Sarina: I jest, but I vow I have eyes for none but Hugh.
My escort is my eccentric cousin Victor. He wears the ruffles like none other can, but I fear he outshines me as usual. He has his eyes on the other ladies (Barb, he is watching you) as he has served me some white burgundy and left me alone. Again.