
“Salve. My father is in his study if you are looking for him. Mother has stepped out, if you need her. I will give her the message,” Ezio shifted from one foot the the other, offering a polite nod to the stranger.
Rebecca smiled, blushing lightly. “Lovely to meet you, Ezio. I’m Rebecca,” she said, biting her lip. “I’m….new around...
“In that case, salve, belladonna. I am Ezio,” he bent at the waist, offering a low bow before stealing her hand and...
“Just let me talk to your father.”