@umitvar | Dante and Araminta, The Medici Chambers The Night of the Criminal List Revelation
She does not forget from whence she came. The Medici name meant nothing, until Araminta made it into something. With such wealth and power, she had that rare power to break the status quo. But even the most self-aware of enterprising women fly too close to the sun. The evidence is in the dossier; the Cuvellier's, Apolline Le Francois... Associates whose resistance was backed by the Medici coiffers. Now under lock and key, with all the motivation to sing like a bird in exchange for their fealty. Araminta could scarcely keep her dinner down, and chose instead to forego the balance of the evening's socializing for a goblet of wine out in the balcony of her chambers.
"Bianca, I cannot talk right now -" Araminta begins to say, at the sounds of footsteps on approach. Julian would certainly remain in the midst of others, holding appearances to keep from raising suspicion on Araminta's suddenly queasy stomach. So if not her sister, then who else...
"Dante." Her voice is equal parts longing and wistfulness. A color of surprise in her eyes. Since their last argument, she'd barely seen him. News of his kerfuffle at the taverna learned only through Julian and the gossips. But she's kept a fair distance, to keep from tugging at the seams. "This is not good." She says, turning to the one thing they will always share - this business.
