The small room held the people closest to the two families. Somehow I had managed to make my way into the circle of their trust though I did all I could to create the divide. Now all I could do was stand in a pretty blue dress and watch the girl who considers me a friend wed her beloved. I stop myself from feeling the tears that came into my eyes. The way Bianca and Guglielmo smiled at one another brought warmth to my heart, but I couldn't tell if the tears were that of envy or happiness.
Lorenzo walks his sister past the small group they invited towards the young groom. As I watched them, I remembered how this could have been me if I had stayed in England with mother. She would have found me a rich husband. Would I have been as happy as the two in front of me? No, but I never planned to be in love and happy, what I had planned was to gain a title and give myself worth. Being like Bianca was not in my plans for my future. Oh, how Florence was changing me and all my plans. Why was I staring at this girl I barely knew and wishing I was in her place?
I stood next to Clarice as the priest joins their hands together and spoke out loud. You could not wipe the smiles off their faces if you tried. I was glad not to have my father or brother there, if only for a while, as to not be told what to do. Bianca had personally invited me, something I could say to Father and brother that would lead me to avoid their incessant voices.
Their ideas of gaining power were becoming more idiotic as the days went by. Every choice they made seemed to bring them closer to the chaos the Florentine families created but further from their goal of the banks to the Vatican. While they had England's money and hearts, Florence held Vatican's with the tightest hold. They were grown men, capable of bearing any burdens. They decided their own fates. I could not change it if I wanted, as I am not in control of my own fate, I am just being dragged along and that was what irritated me further.
Instead of my family, I focus on the look in their eyes, the love Bianca and Guglielmo share together. Bianca blinks away tears, one rolling down her face. I couldn't help but smile at the couple, their happiness was so easily spread to others. To think that despite everything they were able to conquer whatever came before them and stay in love. They had the courage to stray from their family that I was not sure if I had.
The feeling soon melted when I felt eyes on me and the feeling wouldn't go away. I look around the room, seeing unknown faces among ones I had gotten to know and my eyes soon fell into his. His intense gaze broke through and yet just as quickly Francesco's eyes went away and towards his brother and his now sister in law. Could Bianca be truthful in her previous words?
The wedding passed and everyone was enjoying themselves, pleasantly talking about whatever came to mind. I stood next to Bianca and held her hands. "It was beautiful, Bianca," I say causing her to smile wider, I didn't even think it was possible.
"Thank you, Adreana." Bianca reaches forward, hugging me with a tight lock. I could only put my arms around her and smile though the action made me feel more guilt.
As she turns back to her new husband, I took my chance to flee from her and make my way through the crowd. Everyone was busy with their family and friends, talking about useless little things. Slowly the sound of my steps increased and the voices drained out of my ears as I walked behind a couple and away from the crowd. While they turned to leave I went the opposite direction, straying from the rest of the party.
I took a deep breath, thinking of my own family. This was not home. This was not my life. In the warm room I wandered towards the window, feeling the sun seeping through the glass onto my face. It's bright rays slowly inched away though, replaced by the clouds. My own identity was like the sun, hiding behind the clouds that were my family and secret. There was no way I could truly be free and release the light.
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These Pure Intentions | Francesco Pazzi
FanfictionDid God not have pure intentions when He created us? Or did he know of the downfall to come? Anna Baron comes from a successful English family, those who strive for power and money. The Baron's now try to prove their power in Italy by becoming famou...