“On tour, you say?” Sybella returned, her interest slightly piqued. She liberated a nearby tray of one of its champagne flutes and took a sip. “My family is primarily in Sicily,” She explained. “How long ago and what were you there for if you don’t mind me asking?” Hopefully he wouldn’t; this was a masquerade after all, was it not? And she’d just been on the receiving end of someone’s thinly veiled attempt at matchmaking. She might as well indulge while the opportunity presented itself.