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Italy 1954 : The night was young and full of expectation. I remember the dress, it was off the shoulder, soft satin, a pale grey with purple accessories, it was Dior and I had ordered it specially from Paris.  I was wearing the Garnet and moonstone pendant Jean-Philpe had given me before I had left and my hair was swept back off my face into a smooth finished roll, the flowers in my hair were Catchfly and I bothered to force myself able to see in mirrors.  My make up was perfect, but of course it was always perfect, I am indeed exquisitely beautiful.  I smiled as I walked down the stairs and caused men to stare and women to scowl, I just wondered how many of them would scowl if I had anytime alone with them. Adalgiso was at the bottom of the stairs, he was truly beautiful, his sire had been almost cruel in embracing him as a gangrel, his eye’s were dark and his hair long with a slight wave to it.  I reached the bottom of the stairs and I couldn’t help but smile, I had spent months planning this night, secret meetings, my insistence that our ‘Love’ must remain secret, he had done my work with no thought to his own safety and tonight I would see him fall, I would watch as his eye’s begged me to tell the truth of the matter and then I would watch as our unsuspecting Prince would behead him for his treachery and I would have one less loose end to tie up myself.