āMadam DeāLuna are you ready for me to help you into your dress?ā one of the young maids asked softly as if to make sure not to upset the heir to the DeāLuna fortune. The maids never questioned where the DeāLuna women went every night they werenāt allowed to they just knew they were fitted in beautiful ball gowns and taken to a secret location.
āYes.ā Ally answered back softly as her dress was brought in. It was an expensive dress handmade here in Italy, by a women who had been dealing with Mrs. DeāLuna for years. The dress looked like cotton candy, with soft blues and pinks. The top of the dress a corset with real diamonds beaded across the breast area. Allegra exhaled all of the air in her body as the dress was pulled tightly almost too tightly.
āBeauty is pain.ā Her motherās harsh voice came from the door way, she was already dressed in something slightly inappropriate for a widow of her age. But, she didnāt care the more attention she took away from her beautiful young daughter the better. Another maid helped tie Allyās mas on her face and within second her identity was concealed and her golden hair flowed beautifully around the mask. āCome now, letās not be late.ā Her motherās voice was cold something that Allegra was use to her mother had never loved her.
A twenty minuet drive in a black limo and they were arriving outside the Manor. The sky was dark and the lights on the outside of the manor illuminated it giving it an eerie feeling. Now even if Allegra wanted to run away from all this she couldnāt due to the ancient block that was placed on the Manor grounds. They entered the manor being greeted by servants, more like slaves to the gifted. Tonight the young adults were not mean to attend the meeting, tonight the adults were the only ones called to the meeting. Allegra was escorted to the grand ball room. She could hear music already playing and she hoped she wouldnāt be the first on here.