Nine

Everyone here was wearing red or black. The women's dresses screamed money and so was their makeup. At first, Arieon felt out of place but when she saw how some of them looked like plastic dolls, she felt comfortable in her own skin.

"You look beautiful", a woman approached her. She looked like model even though she was old. "Thank you. You look exquisite too. Is that necklace Tiffany's?", Arieon asked. The woman chuckled and nodded, "I love their brand of jewelries mostly". Arieon nodded in agreement, "They are very artistic".

"You're a very smart woman, Mrs. Armani", the woman said. "Please call me Arieon", Arieon told her with a smile. "I'm Mrs. Rossi but you can call me Milani", she said and Arieon nodded.

"Where's your husband?", She asked. "He went to make a call", Arieon said and she nodded. "How are you liking Italy?", Milani asked her as she flagged down a waiter. "It's a beautiful place", Arieon said as they picked a glass of champagne from the tray the waiter was holding.

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