Next door to the parlor, Drago could hear the familiar voice of Theodora, and his anxiousness only increased. He adjusted the collar on his uniform, fidgeting nervously as he muttered to himself, "What am I to do? What am I to do? I don't know what to say, I don't know what to say, I'll make a fool of myself..."
Giovanna walked over, smiling and putting a soft hand on her brother's arm, "B...br...br...brother..." She lowered her voice, as she often felt more confident to speak in a whisper, "Brother...it's all right...peace, peace...it'll be all right. She won't hate you..."
Meanwhile, in the much more calm parlor, the Grand Duchess Aldone couldn't help but cover her cheeks and smile graciously at the sight of the Talemantine heirloom, "Oh my! It is so beautiful! And from so far back! Oh my goodness me, Saint Gomberto bless us! If you are not offended, I must have one of our servants move this to safety at once." She motioned for one of the Visconti household aides to step forward, and with a bow the gentleman took the box and walked towards one of the many storing rooms of the palace. Aldone smiled again at the princess, "I would say I will try to remember to wear it when next we arrive at your home, but it might be offensive to wear such a piece of history."
The Duchess Lia di Cornaro, who was right behind Aldone, stepped forward and, placing her arm bent at her stomach, bowed before Theodora, "An honor to meet you, your royal highness." It was not a customary bow, but given the pencil skirt she wore, a formal curtsy would have been rather impossible (if not uncomfortable and awkward).
In the next room, Drago was still trying to figure out how he was going to introduce himself. Finally he threw his hands up into the air and said, "That's it, Giovanna - I'm simply going out there and getting it over with. Cowardice be damned!" Before his sister could stop him, he turned and marched smartly out of the room. He made his way down the hall to the doorway of the parlor, and stepped through the door, declaring:
"Mother, I heard that-"
...and promptly fell forward on his face, tripping over the carpet.
The reaction of the room was a mix. The Morosini Countesses Carlotta and Adolina immediately gasped. The Torriani Countess Francesca stood up and immediately broke into laughter, covering her mouth. The Duchess Lia immediately moved forward, as quickly as she could in her heels and skirt, and bent down a bit to help Drago up on his feet. Aldone had gasped as the count and heir fell, and said, "Oh my son! Are you all right?"
Drago could not answer at the moment, being flushed red in the cheek at the clear embarrassment he had made of himself, muttering at an attempt to improvise, "I'm fine...I um...wanted to make certain my entrance was remembered."
Giovanna walked over, smiling and putting a soft hand on her brother's arm, "B...br...br...brother..." She lowered her voice, as she often felt more confident to speak in a whisper, "Brother...it's all right...peace, peace...it'll be all right. She won't hate you..."
Meanwhile, in the much more calm parlor, the Grand Duchess Aldone couldn't help but cover her cheeks and smile graciously at the sight of the Talemantine heirloom, "Oh my! It is so beautiful! And from so far back! Oh my goodness me, Saint Gomberto bless us! If you are not offended, I must have one of our servants move this to safety at once." She motioned for one of the Visconti household aides to step forward, and with a bow the gentleman took the box and walked towards one of the many storing rooms of the palace. Aldone smiled again at the princess, "I would say I will try to remember to wear it when next we arrive at your home, but it might be offensive to wear such a piece of history."
The Duchess Lia di Cornaro, who was right behind Aldone, stepped forward and, placing her arm bent at her stomach, bowed before Theodora, "An honor to meet you, your royal highness." It was not a customary bow, but given the pencil skirt she wore, a formal curtsy would have been rather impossible (if not uncomfortable and awkward).
In the next room, Drago was still trying to figure out how he was going to introduce himself. Finally he threw his hands up into the air and said, "That's it, Giovanna - I'm simply going out there and getting it over with. Cowardice be damned!" Before his sister could stop him, he turned and marched smartly out of the room. He made his way down the hall to the doorway of the parlor, and stepped through the door, declaring:
"Mother, I heard that-"
...and promptly fell forward on his face, tripping over the carpet.
The reaction of the room was a mix. The Morosini Countesses Carlotta and Adolina immediately gasped. The Torriani Countess Francesca stood up and immediately broke into laughter, covering her mouth. The Duchess Lia immediately moved forward, as quickly as she could in her heels and skirt, and bent down a bit to help Drago up on his feet. Aldone had gasped as the count and heir fell, and said, "Oh my son! Are you all right?"
Drago could not answer at the moment, being flushed red in the cheek at the clear embarrassment he had made of himself, muttering at an attempt to improvise, "I'm fine...I um...wanted to make certain my entrance was remembered."