Post by Tsura Vadoma on Aug 16, 2015 18:26:47 GMT -8
She pulled the laces tight on her corset, breathing out as she did so. Adjusting the necklace that hung delicately from her neck, and clipping in her earrings. Reaching for her foundation brush she felt her hand brush paper instead of the smooth plastic of the handle of her brush. Her eyes snapped to the odd sensation. There sat a red envelope resting against the mirror of her boudoir, on it in white ink was written "Miss Alessandra Eleonora Vivianna" No return name or address. Turning it over in her hands she broke the wax seal on the back, she grimaced upon recognizing the design in the seal. The parchment in side was white with red ink. She knew this handwriting...
"Dear Alessandra Eleonora Vivianna,
I require your assistance back here in Milan. I also require some clarification and explanation on some clothing designs you sent over earlier this season, as well as selection on fabric and construction. I do not desire to send samples over, for I fear that the international mail system is not as safe as you have tried to convince me. I also require your assistance with some customers, the newer customers - mortal and kindred a like- seem to have an issue with my intense disdain for the telephone and the mobile cellular devices of today. You seem to have a better grasp of the modern devices than my self. I may in time I suppose I will require you to show me how to use the telephone, as well as the mobile computation device. It seems -according to the servants- that I have so many orders that it is no longer practical to write It down on paper. They have been taking care if it on the mobile computer device till now, but I cannot seem to understand what orders are still needing completion just from looking at the screen. I expect you here within the next two weeks.
Amillo D'amico."
She folded the letter back up and replaced in the envelope, then placed it back on the boudoir. She finished applying her make up. Staring into the mirror right into her eyes, why now...? she thought sullenly. Not that she could refuse...he was her sire, he had saved her life when she was mortal and then had given her the gift of the blood. Given her the gift of eternal youth and life. She owed him everything, so how could she deny him this request? No it was not a request. He had made that clear. She knew that he was calling her to return home to make him look good, and she also knew that the chances of her being able to return to Seattle was slim.
"I guess I have some letters to write." She murmured to her self upon pulling out a pen and piece of parchment and scrawled in purple ink,
"Dear Good Prince Cristiano Orisha.."
"Dear Alessandra Eleonora Vivianna,
I require your assistance back here in Milan. I also require some clarification and explanation on some clothing designs you sent over earlier this season, as well as selection on fabric and construction. I do not desire to send samples over, for I fear that the international mail system is not as safe as you have tried to convince me. I also require your assistance with some customers, the newer customers - mortal and kindred a like- seem to have an issue with my intense disdain for the telephone and the mobile cellular devices of today. You seem to have a better grasp of the modern devices than my self. I may in time I suppose I will require you to show me how to use the telephone, as well as the mobile computation device. It seems -according to the servants- that I have so many orders that it is no longer practical to write It down on paper. They have been taking care if it on the mobile computer device till now, but I cannot seem to understand what orders are still needing completion just from looking at the screen. I expect you here within the next two weeks.
Amillo D'amico."
She folded the letter back up and replaced in the envelope, then placed it back on the boudoir. She finished applying her make up. Staring into the mirror right into her eyes, why now...? she thought sullenly. Not that she could refuse...he was her sire, he had saved her life when she was mortal and then had given her the gift of the blood. Given her the gift of eternal youth and life. She owed him everything, so how could she deny him this request? No it was not a request. He had made that clear. She knew that he was calling her to return home to make him look good, and she also knew that the chances of her being able to return to Seattle was slim.
"I guess I have some letters to write." She murmured to her self upon pulling out a pen and piece of parchment and scrawled in purple ink,
"Dear Good Prince Cristiano Orisha.."
