Alexander
When Zezolla fled the palace, away from the king, she left her chianello, a wrap for her shoes. The king ran to find her but only managed to find the chianello. He embraced it as if it was her. I didn’t want to embrace a shoe – not anymore. I wanted Fiorentina.
The first time Fiorentina was at a ball, she tried to run away but was too weak. This time, she was stronger. She knew how to use her feet well. So, I attempted to watch her every movement. She could escape like Zezolla at any time. I would not let her this time.
However, Mara was right there, watching me like a hawk as I watched Fiorentina. I no longer cared if she could read through me. I was still civil with her because I feared she would give Fiorentina hell. She looked capable.
I danced with Mara, anyway. It wa
