“Fate may write the fortune;
“Fate may write the fortune;only we can seal the wax.”
only we can seal the wax.”The women were the first to arrive and they arrived en masse. Dressed in their finest (or borrowed fineness), they would face this personal and professional gauntlet as one, no matter the outcome.
The six women and their maestro hovered before the closed door to the grand ballroom in the Serristori Palazzo. The maggiore duomo was kind enough to bring chairs for Lapaccia as well as Fiammetta, which he placed at the feet of two of the many statues lining the long hallway.
maestromaggiore duomoA knock sounded on the outer door. From its cracked opening the sound of male voices blared. The fraught moment became even more so.
“Dio mio.” The words slithered out from between Isabetta
