Post by Daniela Savarese on May 16, 2015 23:02:42 GMT -5
True to her word, Daniela and Tony Savarese sallied forth to pay a call on their liege lord and his bride. Arriving at the quarter that housed the Montefiore family, she stepped down from the carriage with the footman's aid, thanking him for the assistance before requesting that the man fetch the basket of gifts she'd put together while she waited for Tony to join her. Taking a moment to smooth her hair and skirt, she smiled encouragingly at her father.
Accepting the basket, she reached then for her father's arm, the better to present themselves properly before advancing up the steps to knock. When the door opened, Dani offered the little card that held her father's name, title, painted with his sigil, inquiring if the Duke and Duchess were at home. Assured that they were and that the servant would inquire as to their availability, the Savareses were admitted to the grand foyer of the ducal home, requested to remain while they waited for an answer.
Standing patiently with her father, Daniela surveyed her surroundings discreetly, noting the obvious signs of notable wealth in the gloss of finely polished wood and marble, glass and objets d'art. She felt somewhat intimidated; their lifestyle was simple by comparison, though their home was comfortable with a sparse elegance. Leaning closer, she whispered softly, "I can't speak for you, Papa, but I feel a bit like a country bumpkin here..."
She felt like she should hardly dare to walk on the carpets without wiping her feet, and that her dress was scarcely fit for such exalted company. Daniela did not often feel inferior, or awkward, yet she did so at the moment. It was unsettling, making her glance up the grand staircase in the hopes that someone would appear with a reply.
Elena Sandoval, Niccolo Montefiore, @tonysavarese