Well wasn’t this a delightful New Years event? Decked out in a navy blue brocade ensemble lined with seed pearls and gold lace, and a caplet trimmed with fur, Sybella felt quite comfortable in the room despite its wintry theme and her preference for warmer weather. Even her brothers thought it a beautiful evening. She’d convinced them to make the trek over to England - first Hogsmeade for Christmas then Bath for New Years - and hadn’t regretted it since they stepped foot in the country. Normally the family insisted the daughter of the Capobiancos travel to Palermo when the time came for holiday festivities, however this year she’d wangled getting her brothers over however not her mother who had insisted the community need her philanthropy the most around this time. Madame Capobianco wasn’t entirely misguided on that score; every time Sybella was home, she found herself tugged along to numerous hospital charity luncheons, auctions to benefit the less fortunate in the neighborhood, and so many fundraisers that after everything she couldn’t keep her head straight.
To say she was no stranger to the life of a socialite was an understatement, but Sybella - although she was quite put out that mamma wasn’t here - found herself relieved to not have to play co-hostess and be on alert for any passing by socialite she might have to deign to entertain. It also meant that Sybella was able to imbibe a good deal than she might have otherwise in a hostess role.
In fact, after dancing with Sylvano and Luca she had a flush about her and was looking to retire her cloak to a house elf when the beverage table caught her eye. The Foxwoods had outdone themselves on the variety of lavish offerings provided. Decidedly, aside from their impeccable champagne, the Foxwood’s wine selection might have benefited from more Italian choices, but that was a faux pas she often was willing to overlook when not in her home country. Especially when here, the focus was one of Sybella’s favorite combinations: champagne and caviar; she would never say no to such a delectable pairing.
Sampling it was absolute heaven of course. The oily, salty pearls burst on her tongue immediately and she had to summon all the control she could to not sigh aloud in delight. While she was enjoying herself, she became aware of a conversation occurring on the other side of the table from her, where the champagne flutes had been placed. She wasn’t above interrupting them in order to obtain a drink now that she’d started in on the caviar, however there was a tenseness to the air around them that gave her pause (only a slight one, you understand, as there were more important things on Sybella’s list tonight than worry about offending two gentlemen).
Only, the sound of one of the men's voices gave her pause and Sybella discreetly shifted her position to peer around the cornucopia that had been obstructing her view. Recognizing Basil Foxwood immediately, she grinned before moving forward to whisk away the champagne flute that had been the source of apparent contention between the two. “I believe ‘ladies first’ is how you English say it, no?” She interjected with a laugh playing about her eyes as she lifted the flute to her lips. Oh, the caviar and champagne pairing truly was to be praised at this ball! “Good evening, Professor Foxwood,” Sybella added cheekily. “Enjoying your night I see.”
To say she was no stranger to the life of a socialite was an understatement, but Sybella - although she was quite put out that mamma wasn’t here - found herself relieved to not have to play co-hostess and be on alert for any passing by socialite she might have to deign to entertain. It also meant that Sybella was able to imbibe a good deal than she might have otherwise in a hostess role.
In fact, after dancing with Sylvano and Luca she had a flush about her and was looking to retire her cloak to a house elf when the beverage table caught her eye. The Foxwoods had outdone themselves on the variety of lavish offerings provided. Decidedly, aside from their impeccable champagne, the Foxwood’s wine selection might have benefited from more Italian choices, but that was a faux pas she often was willing to overlook when not in her home country. Especially when here, the focus was one of Sybella’s favorite combinations: champagne and caviar; she would never say no to such a delectable pairing.
Sampling it was absolute heaven of course. The oily, salty pearls burst on her tongue immediately and she had to summon all the control she could to not sigh aloud in delight. While she was enjoying herself, she became aware of a conversation occurring on the other side of the table from her, where the champagne flutes had been placed. She wasn’t above interrupting them in order to obtain a drink now that she’d started in on the caviar, however there was a tenseness to the air around them that gave her pause (only a slight one, you understand, as there were more important things on Sybella’s list tonight than worry about offending two gentlemen).
Only, the sound of one of the men's voices gave her pause and Sybella discreetly shifted her position to peer around the cornucopia that had been obstructing her view. Recognizing Basil Foxwood immediately, she grinned before moving forward to whisk away the champagne flute that had been the source of apparent contention between the two. “I believe ‘ladies first’ is how you English say it, no?” She interjected with a laugh playing about her eyes as she lifted the flute to her lips. Oh, the caviar and champagne pairing truly was to be praised at this ball! “Good evening, Professor Foxwood,” Sybella added cheekily. “Enjoying your night I see.”
Her family is well known throughout the Sicilian Mafia; if your character is attuned within those circles, they might know who she is.