Annetta tried to arrange my hair into an intricate braid as quickly as possible, keeping her touch and fingers light and fleeting. Thankfully, aside from the ever-present uncomfortable feeling, I didn't delve into a full-blown panic attack. That was a relief since I could neither dress alone nor put on make-up.
Alistair invited me to join him at a ball of some sort as part of our arrangement. After the incident at the bar, he no longer let Marku train me, and I started spending more of my time with the Don instead. As for Ezio, he indeed made himself scarce as per the Don's orders. While I know that most of what happened was out of my control, I still couldn't help but feel guilty.
Moving the mirror, Annetta smiled brightly as I looked at my reflection. My hair and make-up were masterful
