by Amanda DeLalla (Moderator)
She had been listening.
Soprano Sofia Papilla had her ear to the door of the parlor where her fiance was sitting at his desk and writing an impassioned note to his father, in a near-panic, for he had again owed money to the Nero Syndicate. Out of respect for his father’s work, while dealing with the Syndicate, he went by the name Antonio Bellini so as not to bring scandal to the Puccini name. But that didn’t mean Giacomo wasn’t involved; he would bail out his son every time the Syndicate’s “loans” were gambled away. And so here was Antonio, pleading for a life preserver once more.
Sofia could hear her fiance’s words as he would occasionally read back aloud what he had written. Tears streamed down her face. How irresponsible this bambino was, how the only thing he’d gotten from his father was his good looks. At the opera house, when she last sang the role of Musetta, she’d been trying to get the maestro’s attention the whole time. It wasn’t too difficult; after all, he had called her his muse on more than one occasion, and when he looked at her, there was a twinkle in his eye like none she’d ever seen. She trusted him more than the people who had raised her.
But when she did finally get his attention that night, he greeted her with these words- “Sofissima, la mia bella, I would like you to get to know my son, Antonio. I think you two would make a fine match and I’ve arranged for you to meet for dinner after the performance.”
So began her year of heartbreak…