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peteharryâ:
Cinderella (2015) dir. Kenneth Branagh
for years, veronica has kept a book for only her eyes. this book holds moments that are of the upmost importance ( at least, to her ). if someone were to glance in said book, they would find the handwriting of a young girl up until this very day. sometimes the moments are spaced out years at a time and sometimes the moments are merely months apart, but the joy and excitement of marking a new page is always the same. currently, she sits in a tucked away corner of the street vendors as the hustle and bustle moves past her. a âborrowedâ ink pot sits beside her and a quill moves across the pages with practiced easy. it is only when she hears footsteps approaching that she closes the book on the quill as she speaks,   â i am surprised that someone else knows about this little corner as well. â
ISABELLE DE BARDI
    The rich scent of clementine pastries wafts through the warm air, the russet tones of her skirts billowing all around her in the gentle breeze, while her dainty fingers stretch forth to pluck one of the decadent treats from the cotton-lined basket. She lifts the fruit pastry to her lips, sighing as she tastes the offerings of the merchant. Isabella has always enjoyed the markets, frequenting there in need of escape and often out of boredom. A selection of pastries are bound up for her, so that she may take them back with her. The nobildonna moves away from the trader, eyes flitting to the different stalls which she cain spare a coin with.
Silken ribbons draw a crowd, but it has always been in a young womanâs learnings that they should fawn over such delicate materials. Isabella holds more interest in the food which was on offer, but she can always add to her collection. A gilded strand catches her eye, one that would go splendidly with her gown, but the piece slides through her fingers. â Have care for I have already claimed this ribbon. â
as of recently, it seemed that veronica spent plenty an hour walking the stalls for new and exciting that might catch her eye. especially if it suited guilia. she adored bringing guilia new accessories to go with her outfits as veronica always wanted the other to look and feel her best. she had been admiring a variety of ribbons and had pulled one from the opposite end. blonde head peaked around the corner and her eyes widened just so,   â my deepest apologies, my lady. â   she said, offering the ribbon back to the other.   âi had no idea that you were on the other side. this ribbon is a beautiful color, is it not?  â
ISOBEL DE MEDICI
âVeronica is it?â She asked tilting her head at the young servant girl with a small smile. â You say your prayers while you are at work?â She asked and raised a brow and gazed at the basket. â Surely the Albizzi give you time to praise the lord before work do they not?â She asked and her steady gaze flickered to the church then back to her. âThen again I doubt they actually go to church.â She let out a light chuckle and then smiled tightly. â So.. what are you doing here today? no clothes to mend or floors to clean?â She asked curiously. â Or do they not know you are out here⊠conspiring with me of all people.â She chuckled. â I promise not to tell if you dont.â
blonde head tipped forward in a nod in confirmation of her name.   â i am not at work at the moment, if you will. i am simply walking of my own leisure for the hour and a friend of mine asked for an extra prayer. i understand the Lord above to be listening at all times, so now seemed as good a time as any other. â   brow creased slightly in discontent at the jab towards the family that had kept her in good health for so long.   â the family attends mass, i assure you. no one dare doubt the lord or his good works and as i said, mâlady, i am simply out for leisure. there will always be chores to be done, whether i completely them now or an hour from now. â   Â
ISOBEL DE MEDICI
Isobel walked through the courts unlike any other woman, there was a purpose in her steps. She didnât keep her head down, nor did she have an innocence about her. She was defiant and strong, her steady gaze could make otherâs nervous when it rested upon them. As her father had taught her, face everything. Look everyone in the eye. Never be afraid. Being a delicate lady did not suit her. She was quick witted and intelligent, but brutal and cruel. Hidden under layers however, was a strong, loving heart that only one would ever get to. She strode through to the church and stepped inside. The assumption was that she was going to pray, let them believe that. After a while she stepped back outside and looked around. A wry smile crept across her striking features. She slid back into the crowd and then turned to see a face she recognised. â Good day.â She said in a cool calm voice. âI wasnât expecting to see you here.â
â Buongiorno, signora, â  Veronica greeted kindly. On days when the afternoon was slow or when she was not needed for a few hours, the blonde adored occupying her time out amongst the people of the city. She could always be seen carrying a basket in the case that she might stumble upon something that could be good for the Palazzo or for Guilia, specifically.  â I was out for just a walk and to say my prayers, â  her eyes glanced over to the church that Isobel had just stepped out of,  â I was not expecting to see you here at this time of day, though I hardly ever expect to see anyone I know at this time of day. -- may I be of assistance to you in any way, Signora? â
GUILIA ALBIZZI
  -  Very few ever spoke so plainly with Giulia, in fact very few treated Giulia as though they would treat a friend, but she could always rely on Veronica to give her a sense of normality; well, what was considered normality in their world. â I cannot say there is a great deal to tell, there was a brief visit to Pisa and they have still not found a way to make their bell tower stand straight it is a most amusing sight. You must accompany me next time, Veronica! I cannot bear to part from you for so long. Or at all. â
   Veronicaâs mouth lifted up in a smile as if to say âOf course they have not found a way to fix itâ. Lifting her cup to her mouth, she pauses for a moment before stating, â I daresay that tower will never stand straight. It is intriguing that it has not toppled to the ground yet. â   She raised a brow,   â I should love to come with you on your next adventure, but you know as well as I that I am not in control of that. --- where would you like to go next, if you could go anywhere? â
Lily James in The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society (2018)
â come now, donât be a slouch! â   she comment, pouring another glass of wine for herself and guilia.   â one more glass of wine will not hurt either of us. i daresay that more wine is consumed by the men of this household than anyone else. â   which was most likely true, at least in her opinion.   â you must tell me about your most recent travels, i want to hear every last story. â
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it was late. quite possibly later than she should have been out, but errands and intriguing conversation. a basket was balanced in the corner of her elbow and an extra bag was in her other hand. sheâd learned long ago that walking the streets of this city at night were much different than during the day. yet, an uncommon sound, at least to her ears, broke the quiet of the night. a grunt, the sound of something being hit. something in her gut told her to keep walking, but when was she one to ever listen to her gut? she peaked around a corner, her eyes just barely able to make out silhouettes of two figures who looked to be having a brawl. there was nothing she could do, but wait it out and make sure that everyone made it out alive. one of the figures went stomping off, but the other stayed. at least, she thought so.   â hello? â   she whisper-spoke, as if not to bring the other angry figure back.   â are you alright? --- please, iâm only here to help. â
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( LILY JAMES, SHE/HER ) Have you heard VERONICA MORETTI has arrived in Florence? The TWENTY EIGHTÂ year old MAIDSERVANT of House ALBIZZI is known for being both INQUISITIVE and CAVALIER, but would not want anyone to know THAT SHE IS INTERESTED IN PRACTICING MEDICINE AND LOVES OBSERVING THE FAMILY DOCTOR. ( dottie + 20 + she/her + est )
hello beautiful people! i havenât reached out to many people yet and for that i apologize! i have been absolutely swamped with school work, rip me!! but! i will be working on an intro post possibly tonight? ( if i finish this homework, again rip me ) but in the meantime, if youâd like! please add me on discord ( ghouligan#1903 ) or hit me up in those tumblr ims!
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