Seraphina took several deep breaths of the Tuscan air and closed her [b]eyes to feel the warmth of the sun more intently across her olive skin. Despite Gabriel's departure there was a sense of peace and perfection about the afternoon as she stood there. Over the white noise of the city [b]the bells from the multiple Cathedrals could be heard chiming the hour. Her skin tingled with each peel. She let the sound wash over and through her pushing the thoughts of her Aunt Sophia from her mind. He is probably in Paris by now, she though to herself as she opened her eyes and looked to the north.
"May God bless and keep you, My Love."
She whispered to the air. As the calm worked its way into her very core she flipped open her cell phone and dialed the Carmelite Convent. The mother Superior answered so she left a message about her marriage for her aunt who was now Sister Katrina Francesca. The mother superior congratulated her and offered her blessing.
She ended the call and quickly dialed her Aunt Francesca Principe' at the art Gallery. She was in am meeting with an up and coming local artist so Seraphina left a message. Only three more phone calls she though t to herself, first Aunt Bianca Umbaldi, then the Maestro then Svet.
She took a deep breathe before dialing the Umbaldi's A gruff male voice answered.
"La residenza di Umbaldi può io chiedere chi sta denominando."
Seraphina smiled at hearing the familiar voice of Tonio the Butler. Fondly she remembered him sneaking her Tirasimu from the formal parties after she had gone to bed. He was more of an uncle than a servant[/b].
"È Seraphina, Tonio, può io parlare prego a Bianca."
His voice lit up with an uncharacteristic show of emotion.
"Naturalmente i Sieri lo hanno lasciato ottenerlo."
She heard the phone hit the table. She allowed herself to wonder down the familiar paths of her Aunts Villa in Ravenna. The glorious gardens full of hidden paths and fountains. IN the center was a large alchemical garden recreated from those of he Renaissance. Her nostalgia was interrupted when she heard the lilting accent of her Aunt on the Other line[/b].
"Il mio tesoro, Sieri, come abbiali stati? È stato così da lungo tempo noi l'ultima volta ha parlato il quasi sei anni. In effetti era l'ultima volta che eravate qui alla villa."
"Sì è stato una zia lunga lunga di tempo. Sono spiacente per quello."
Her voice became slightly sad as she thought of her last trip to the VIlla it was after Paolo's funeral. Bianca continued not wanting to remind Seraphina of the loss.
" Non si preoccupi, il mio angelo piccolo, so che siete stati insegnamento occupato e con il vostro lavoro come diplomatico così to a che cosa io dov piacere sent dolce fiorentino accento?"
"Ho notizie meravigliose realmente, io sto ottenendo sposato."
Again glee filled her voice as she talked about marrying Gabriel.
"Sposato? caro caro bambino di congratulazioni. Cosi dicami interamente circa lui. Da dove proviene? Quale Camera? Quanto vecchio? Che cosa è il suo nome?"
Seraphina sighed, again with the politics she though to herself at least the Principe's are not like this.
"Posso rispondere soltanto ad alcune delle vostre domande perché è nei militari e nel pozzo che sapete quello va. Proviene francese e da una casa nobile, ma quello è tutto che possa dirvi, Bianca."
Bianca's voice took a slightly darker tone but nothing as unpleasant as her sister Sophia.
"Francese e nei militari, non può essere tutto il difettoso. Scommettevo che guiderebbe i dadi di Sophia se sapesse."
She giggled at the thought of her sister stewing.
"Io già la ha denominata. Ho ritenuto che era meglio ottenere il telefono più sgradevole dice ad alta voce del senso in primo luogo."
"Avete Dante denominato."
Her voice was solemn as she spoke of Dante Nuvello.
"Nessuno Sophia sta andando farlo. Stavo andando dirgli dopo che ottenessi indietro dalla mia missione seguente, che lascerò per presto."
"Naturalmente il mio dolce. Il dovere è curse del Alighieri. Il nostro progenitor sarebbe fiero di voi Seraphina Magdalena Alighieri, può lui benedirlo con un figlio"
Her voice was serious but the love that she felt for her Niece was plain.
"Grazie Bianca, può io prendono che come vostro consenso?"
"Si"
"Grazie ancora. Devo andare rifinire le mie chiamate ed imballare. Comunicherò ancora con voi quando abbiamo la data."
Bianca's voice perked up the Alchemical combination of the Florentine accent and that of northern Italy giving her joyous voice a lilting quality that could be found no where in the country.
"Quando lo lasciate sapere potete avere il partito di aggancio qui e le nozze. Potete fare alcune memorie felici del posto."
Seraphina smiled. She loved the Villa.
"Penserò a questo proposito la zia."
"Di ciao e ti amo Amili ugualmente, Sieri."
She flipped her phone closed and sighed. Now only the Maestro and Svet. As she thought of telling the Maestro she became concerned because of all of those involved he was closest to him. How could she lie to him about Gabriel. Even omitting the truth was lie to him and she knew it.
She went inside and sat on he bed leaving the doors open on the balcony. All she wanted was her city right now. She decided to call Svet first. Again she got her voice mail.
"Svet I am getting married. Continue with our plans for L-1, he left late this morning. Seraphina."
OCC Translation:
My darling, Sera, how have you been. It has been so long since we last spoke almost six years. In fact it was the last time you were here at the Villa.
Yes it has been a long long time Aunt. I am sorry for that.
Do not worry, my little angel, I know you have been busy teaching and with your work as a diplomat. So to what do I owe the pleasure of hearing the sweet Florentine accent?
I have wonderful news actually, I am getting married.
"Married? Congratulations dear dear child. SO tell me all about him. Where is he from? Which House? How old? What's his name?
I can only answer some of your questions because he is in the military and well you know how that goes. He is French and from a noble house, but that is all I can tell you, Bianca.
French and in the military, he cannot be all bad. I bet it would drive Sophia nuts if she knew.
She does I already called her. I felt it was best to get the most unpleasant phone call out of the way first.
Have you called Dante?
No Sophia is going to do it. I was going to tell him after I got back from my next mission, which I will be leaving for shortly
Of course my sweet. Duty is an Alighieri's curse. Our progenitor would be proud of you Seraphina Magdalena Alighieri, may he bless you with a son.
"Thank You Bianca, may I take that as your consent
Yes.
Thank you again. I have to go and finish my calls and pack. I will talk to you again when we have the date.
When you do let me know you can have the engagement party here and the wedding. You can make some happy memories of the place.
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