OWL TO NARCISSA
Dearest Narcissa,
I hope this letter finds you well. I apologize for not writing sooner. Things have been incredibly busy around here, and the aristocrats keep my busy with their tiresome luncheons and whatnot.
The weather is fine, but nothing like lovely old England. I hear it gets terribly hot in the summer, and for that I am glad I am here in March.
I wanted to ask you opinion about investing in a vineyard, or something of the sort. Some are so pretty and quaint, and I thought they might make a nice getaway for the two of us. I have a couple in mind, so perhaps we could make another trip ourselves and find one that suits you.
I think you would love Florence. The shopping is really spectacular, and the buildings are beautiful. Enclosed you will find a taste of what the shopping can produce.
I miss you terribly, my dear, and I hope you are not too lonely in London.
I will return as soon as I am able.
With love,
Lucius
Carefully wrapped in brown paper was a thick, silver bracelet, coiled into the shape of a snake and encrusted with tiny emerals. Opals were set in the head for eyes. It glistened even in the dimmest of lights