From Rome With Love

[Circe Catanzaro]

Circe smiled. It had all gone well. He hadn’t denied her his roof and she’d even be able to pick her room herself, rather than be forced in some dingy guest bedroom. She only hoped that she’d be able to find a room she liked, but the house hardly seemed like one that wouldn’t contain nice rooms. It wouldn’t be like her room in Italy, but she’d survive.

“Of course,” Circe replied with a nod. “I hardly wish to be publicly known as a bastard! Especially in a country such as this.” The British were much more stern where propriety was concerned. It wouldn’t be in her interest to be known as anything other than the child of some deceased cousins.

  

[Theodore Volta]

Theo nodded approvingly. “Indeed, it would make all our situations rather uncomfortable.” He smiled wryly. “I will make your presence known to the staff- should you need anything, the bell pulls will summon a maid.”

  

[Circe Catanzaro]

Circe nodded. “Well, I’ve had quite a long journey. I think I shall retire!” There wasn’t anything more to talk about and she was tired. She’d have little time to sleep before it was time for her to show up for breakfast, so she wanted to utilize this time with some good sleep.

Circe left her father’s study and was helped by that same shy valet find her own room/apartment.