Falling Feathers Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen: Toward Truth
"Vi aspettiamo! Volete qualcosa di fantasia, da indossare con il tuo ragazzo?!" exclaimed a man standing behind one of the vending counters of the marketplace along the canals of Venice as muscular men in gondolas pushed their boats along while listening to the chattering of the tourist, whether they be young lovers, small children, or old married couples. The sun was not all that high in the sky, leading Crovix to believe it was about six in the evening even though she wore no watch, and she could hardly see the man who had addressed her because of the glare coming off the teal water.
"I-I'm sorry?" Crovix murmured as the man held out an assortment of masks dressed in bright colors, rhinestones, and feathers, they were made of what seemed to be glass and each had a black ribbon on each side so one could wear them.
"Verde sarebbe meglio per voi! O forse un arancio per abbinare gli occhi del tuo ragazzo!" the man continued, still smili