"Good evening, sir. I am Antonio from Florence. You have likely heard my name."
"Yes, yes, I am a member of the Governance Council of Florence, and Mr. Cesare and I are good friends."
"Oh, please forgive my memory. As everyone knows, Florence lies in the heart of Tuscany. I also served as a diplomat in my younger days, so I truly apologize, but I have attended far too many weddings.
As for Mr. Giacomo's wedding, I can't quite recall. I may have attended. I don't usually refuse an invitation."
"You see, Mr. Steward, even if I am too busy to attend a wedding myself, I will have my wife, Lucrezia, attend in my place. She is a good wife, though she sometimes lacks a little... discipline."
"Very well, thank you for your understanding, Mr. Steward. Oh, of course, your actions are beyond reproach. This is you being dutiful to your masters, the Lanfranchi family. I am certainly not displeased."
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A young man was propped up in bed, reading a document by dim candlelight.
