| Isabella Passerini ( @ 2008-04-08 01:41:00 |
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Question and Answer
Isabella wandered down the winding street, seemingly aimless as she eyed mercer's windows and fellow pedestrians with a practiced eye. She carried no packages, only a parasol of palest rose; today the lady only wiled away an idle hour or two before setting her sights on loftier goals-the dinner party of a well connected young ragazza who may, someday soon, introduce her brother to the visitor from Venice.
Ask the lady a question?