December 23rd, 1894 — Christmas Shakespearean Medieval Masquerade Ball

Another masquerade, but August did best at the Shakespearean ones. His mask was simple, but his outfit was stylized in the manner of the Shakespearean time, complete with a ruffled neck collar — he was playing at being Falstaff, even though the character had several qualities that August found abominable.

Of course, any ball meant that he was shoved in the directions of varying women by his friends. August rolled his eyes in his brother-in-law's direction and tried for a soft smile at the woman he'd been aggressively introduced to.

"I'm afraid he lied to you," August said, with a half-smile. "I wasn't in Italy last year." He'd been to Italy, while on a brief tour before he joined the DMLE, but he certainly hadn't been as far south as Palermo. Leon knew that, of course — Leon was trying to make sure that August stayed on the flirtation-horse by any means necessary.

Sybella Capobianco Philomena Sprout

  

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set by Bree

The Dempseys were well known throughout society for their…eccentricities, but that didn’t usually stop Sybella from attending their events. Yes, perhaps the touches they lent to their events sometimes were pulled off a bit heavy handed, but why should that stop attendees from enjoying the ball? This year’s theme was quite delightful, and Sybella was entirely happy to go as Beatrice. Though who might be able to guess, it was anyone’s gamble. She dressed in a frock that erred on the side of simplicity with a few masculine details added to perhaps allude to Beatrice’s more brash nature; however aside from this she left it up to the observer to decide.

In any case, it was a fantastic ball to observe others’ efforts and to meet new people. Her friend had tugged her into a circle where she’d been introduced to a few people, chief of whom was Mr. Echelon-Arnost who had apparently been in Italy last year. Never one to tire of talking about her home country, Sybella smiled at him kindly when the group broke into smaller conversations. “Oh?” Sybella gave a soft laugh, flicking her eyes to the one who had thrown out the fact in the first place before resettling upon Mr. Echelon-Arnost. “Were you ever in Italy then?” She inquired, brows canted up to echo her doubt that even that was true.

  

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Sybella speaks with a slight Italian accent.
Her family is well known throughout the Sicilian Mafia; if your character is attuned within those circles, they might know who she is.