“To create the correct light,
“To create the correct light,one must often encounter the dark.”
one must often encounter the dark.”She wore her finest weeds. Though they did nothing to lessen her inner tumult, she was grateful for their gloomy obscurity. She wanted, most of all, to be taken seriously.
Isabetta made her way to the Palazzo de’ Medici, a long walk from her meager home down near the Arno River to the center of the city, where the elite reigned and their palazzos reached ever skyward, the tall trees of wealth growing ever higher, looming over all. She walked in their shadows in more ways than one.
The door opened at her first knock. The maggiore duomo simply nodded and led her into the palace along the same path as on her last two visits, but this time he didn’t stop in Il M
