My name is Viola de Pazzi. Just because mio fratello is a figlio di putanna does not mean I am the same. I am dignified, like padre has raised me.“Yes, he did. He’s good friends with my own father. I love dresses very much! I was just admiring your own. You look very beautiful, Viola.”
The compliment brought a smile to her face. “Grazie mille, signora Lucrezia! Would you like to come into my room, and see some of my other dresses? Padre sends me gifts from all over, and I even have a few from Roma, when he has visited with your father!”
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Above their heads, the only one lantern still tuned on in that area of the deck was wobbling across the darkness, in a grating creak of wet cordage, lighting up now the father’s face, now the son’s one.Partial translated extract from Night Trial, little fan novel about Haytham and Connor that I wrote long ago.
Sorry, italian only. http://www.efpfanfic.net/printsave.php?action=printall&sid=1425597
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Haytham waited until she’d left and hurriedly parted with his current attire. Taking hold of the tailored clothes, he quickly fit them around himself and buttoned them up, admiring how they fit around his form. Opening the door, he walked out proudly and displayed himself in front of Viola. “It seems they fit just wonderfully. How do they look?”
“They look wonderful on you, signore Kenway,” she blushed and smiled, hiding the wide smile behind her fingertips. Viola could not keep herself from admiring not only her own work, but just how well his choices complimented him. “You look very handsome as well. I am certain that everyone will notice.”
“I would very much. Your father has offered to let me stay here with you while I am visiting Florence. It would be nice to have a friend while I’m here.” She smiled warmly.
“Padre offered you to stay here?” Viola was curious as to why her father would let this girl into their home, but not allow her to visit Roma with him, but at least she was friendly.
“Va bene!” She smiled bright, her shyness vanishing. “I would love to be your friend, signora Lucrezia.. Do you like dresses?”
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“I am. But you may call me Lucrezia. I hope we’ll become good friends!” she exclaimed as she took hold of the other’s hands.
Viola felt her cheeks burning with embarrassment as both of her hands were taken. This woman was very pretty, but also quite friendly.. She couldn’t help but to feel shy around her.
“My name is Viola. It is a pleasure to meet you, Lucrezia,” she smiled bashfully. “You would.. like to be my friend?”
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Vincent smiled at her gratefully. Hook, line and sinker. “If I can have your address, I will write to you explaining the styles, and with her measurements. And I will send you your money through courier.” He squeezed her hands briefly in his, then let them fall away. “As for my mother’s measurements, I think you will have to return in a few days time to take them…”
Viola nodded, unaware of what Vincent was planning. However, at least she would be working, making money the only way that she knew how. With how much she was making, she would easily be able to help out more, if she was dragged in to live with Soleil and her husband—Not that they needed help, but it was always nice to have more coin, right?
“That is fine with me.. As for your mother, do you know when might be a good time for a reschedule? I am in no rush at all, if she becomes worried,” Viola smiled, gently resting her hands back in her lap.
“But you must keep it quiet.” Vincent said urgently, clutching her hands even tighter, but not so that he would cause her any pain. “If my family found out, they would do unspeakable things to her.” Perhaps a bribe would do it, but he wasn’t going to hand over any money unless Viola explicitly asked for it.
“I am no fool, signore,” she couldn’t help the pout that formed on her face. “I know what it is like to have a secret lover.. but I doubt that your mother would be as cruel as my father would have been.. Of course it will be kept a secret.”
The thought about secret lovers made her sad for only a moment. This man was fortunate to have someone he could say he loved, while Viola was across the world from the only man she had ever let close. However, she quickly shook her head and tried to put on a smile. “Give me what I would need for her, and I shall see to it that she is given only the best.”
Helene flopped onto the bed and watching the Italian examine her dress. “Well, Yer work isn’t bad for an Italian bumpkin so it should sell,” Helene replied, unable to resist a jab at Viola for good times sake. “Haytham will buy from you at least. The man has good taste.”
She sat up properly. “Oh good. He’d have a fit if he knew I had ruined it. And ye see, it’s actually a wee bit big on me as well.”
“Bumpkin..?” She decided not to question the other girl, and instead focused on examining the tear, a small smile forming on her lips. “It is all of that running around that you do, Helene. This dress used to fit,” she teased, holding it up gingerly. She brought the dress to her, holding it up against her in a way that it wouldn’t pull on the dress.
“Where is it too large for you? The waist?” she hummed, trying to size up the other girl so she could tell where it needed to be taken in.
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“Exactly,” Vincent agreed, nodding along. “I may also have a few commissions for you… but they would have to be kept a secret.” He shuffled close to Viola again, and looked towards the door as if to check if there was anyone there. Then, he abandoned the fabric and took her hands in his. “I have a lover, and I wish to buy her dresses, but my family cannot know of her existence.” He lied. Well, sort of lied. Because whilst yes, he could very well use Viola and this ploy to get dresses for himself, he could also, if he wanted to (and oh, he wanted to) get dresses for Huor.
Viola squeaked when he took her hands, still not quite used to contact, so her cheeks turned a light rosy shade. “A lover, you say?” While she was not entirely convinced, she could understand certainly what it was like to have a hidden lover; one that you would have to keep a secret. Ezio was not exactly the kind of man that her father would ever approve of, so her relationship with him was always in shadows.
“But of course, signore,” she smiled to him, tilting her head curiously. “I would be more than happy to make dresses for your lover as well.. It would be my pleasure.”