#thread: vincenzo vespucci

[emine--yalaz]

Where: After Party Who: @vinnievespucci

"I have two requests. One, do not chew with your mouth open. Two, do not speak when Abel Selaocoe and Britten Sinfonia are on stage."

[maria-azenha]

Where: Our Lady of Hal RC Church Who: @vinnievespucci When: April 1, 2024

The church was a place where she felt like she could let down her walls. A place where she wasn't judged for the flaws she kept hidden.

Since the incident, she found herself coming more, sitting and reading passages, or letting the warmth of the church's presence lift her spirits.

She was trying to find a way to stay grounded and push out the demons that haunted her. They wouldn't get her here.

Two candles were lit, placed amongst the other burning ones, a silent prayer for the two dancers lost all those years ago.

It was getting close to when she had to be at Vixen's that she thought it best to leave. The dancer came around the pillar, thinking about her sets for the night, that she didn't notice the body coming out of the confessional, causing her to bump into him.

"Sorry," she mumbles, head looking up, a second to recognise who it was, that had her take a step back. "Vincenzo."

[ayda--demir]

where: after party who: @vincenzovespucci

Ayda wandered through the party, after her talk with someone, she was actually looking forward to going on her trip to Malta. "You won the date with Emine, right?" She smiles at Vincenzo. "She will definitely keep you on your toes."

[maria-azenha]

@vinnievespucci

Maria had spent a lot of time amongst the French that she was starting to branch out now with those in the Sovrani. They were allies and she wanted to take the opportunity to form her own relationship with them. One already stood out in her mind.

The Vixen comes with two bourbons in her hands, a peace offering, approaching the male. "One should not be without a drink." She smiles at him, holding one out for him.

[david-pavoncello]

Where: Ali, Dubai Dubai Who: @vinnievespucci

David spotted his brother from across the room, weaving through the crowd of people with a stoic expression written on his features. It was hard for him to swallow that he was in a room full of Rutherfords, a disgust he kept on the inside, but clear in some of his previous conversations.

He came up beside Vincenzo, a hand resting on his shoulder. "Are you enjoying yourself?" He asks, curious to see what he had been up to.