Silk glided between her fingers as the silken fabric was glanced over with a lifted brow. Lips pursed faintly as she stared at the long rack of multicolored fabrics of every style and texture. Large black sunglasses sat perched in the wealth of pin straight black hair, Nicolli was ignored behind her as usual. A princess after all does not notice her guards. Hand was dropped back to her side, heels clicking softly on the polished marble flooring of the boutique. One of the more expensive high coutour boutique's she favored with her business. The sales women knew to not pester or follow her around offering up encouraging words. She was allowed to wander alone within the store and simply enjoy her shopping and her silence. While shopping was a mindless thing, it allowed her to wander over the plans being presented within the near future.
Shifting the Coach purse higher on her arm to settle in the crease of her elbow, hazel eyes turned to the next rack of expensive clothing. A lovely black blouse with intricate beadwork around the neckline and hem was lifted off the rack as she inspected it with a critical eye. The hanger was held out behind her and Nicolli took it wordlessly, adding it to the other ten or so pieces of clothing he was already holding. Fingertips dipped over the wooden hangers, flicking through the colors before giving up with a sigh.
Leaving her guard to follow her, she headed toward the new selection of gowns set on racks along the back wall. The hushed voices of the two women working in the boutique caught her ear and but spent no thought on them. After all, the San Nicola festival was rapidly approaching and the grand ball that was being thrown curtesy of her Vineyard and she had to look perfect. Who knew who would be attending. More then a thousand invitations had been sent out, it was a grand event, a true facade to the public. Plates for the event had been marked at 78 euro, just over one hundred in US Dollars. A silent auction that would be offered as well as many strategic donation boxes guarded of course. It was not only one of the many events of the year for all the rich and famous or politically important but it was being used as a fundraiser. Each plate that was bought that money was being split between ten of the largest orphanges within the city limits. Something that had been tradition among the families.
This year it fell on her since the old man was all but useless in making the Giovanni name common place and respected anymore. The weight was easily taken on her shoulders. Of course, many of those within attendance would be the worst of the worst, ranging from assassin's, murders, politicians, drug smugglers and runners. Within the safety of the ball, the darkest of the dark could gather, speak in hushed secret words on business ventures soon to come.
Marcello had been hesitant about her insisting that the ALL the powers in the city be invited but had relented knowing that her seat of power had to have her in the pockets and thoughts of many of the rich. Guilded invitations had been delivered to the Vatican and to the Church of Eternal, as well to the other influential supernatuals within the city limits. Vito Giovanni avoided the supernatural which would be his downfall, not his daughters. The old man refused to enter the 21 century and his daughter, his princess was more at home then should be natural.
A lovely Chanel gown that was the purest of white satin, lips curled upwards as she lifted the beautiful article off the rack holding it out in front of her. The style was perfect, wrapped tight around the top and at mid thigh it flaired into soft wave like folds of fabric, add a black Mink stole over the shoulders and the affects would be what she was looking for. A perfect princess, all but the tiara. The gown was lifted back toward Nicolli as she continued in her puttering. After all, the princess of deceit had to look the part of the the innocent one while seeking to spread her fingers into the underbelly of Rome.
