Belladonna

mistress is in the garden. Please follow me.”

Once inside, Siena and Eva curtsied and immediately excused themselves. Signor Mafei ascended a circular staircase made of the same gray stone as the villa’s exterior. Cass and Madalena followed him up into a wide portego with a high vaulted ceiling. Brilliant gleaming swords and breastplates sat on marble pedestals. Statues of Roman goddesses stood in each corner of the room. Cass recognized Minerva, Diana, Juno, and Venus. Vibrant portraits covered all four walls, most depicting a raven-haired woman who looked slightly older than Cass. The woman had porcelain skin and jet-black hair that dangled scandalously past her shoulders in wide curls. She looked almost feral, with cat-shaped eyes and pouting, predatory lips. Cass wondered if it was Belladonna’s daughter. Falco had not mentioned that his patroness had children.

Her stomach tightened as she stared at the paintings. Had this breathtaking girl factored into Falco’s decision to move to Florence?

No. That was crazy. These paintings weren’t even his work. She could tell from the brushstrokes, from the bright compositions, which made everything about the woman seem idealized.

No one could be that perfect.

Cass and Madalena followed Signor Mafei into the dining area, which was painted a deep jade and furnished in dark wood paneling. A large Oriental rug covered most of the floor. Beyond the dining area was a narrow hallway, which terminated at another set of stairs, this one leading down into Belladonna’s garden. Signor Mafei gestured to the stairs and then bowed again. “She is expecting you.”

Cass turned to thank the butler, but he had already disappeared.

Unlike Agnese’s garden, which was well tended, neat, and very small, Belladonna’s garden stretched vastly in all directions. It was bordered by the back of the villa and a high stone fence on the other three sides, giving Belladonna complete privacy from her neighbors. A series of terraces had been cut in front of the longest section of wall, each level filled with different plants. A waterfall cascaded down over the middle of the terraces. Cass had never seen so many brilliantly colored flowers. There were lilies, laurel, myrtle, and other plants that she couldn’t begin to identify. Roses in unusual blends of oranges and yellows and pinks were threaded through an arched wooden trellis that shaded a round table from the sun. Great stone angels flanked both sides of the trellis. Each winged statue wore a ring of roses around its neck. The blossoms were as big as Cass’s hand, and she couldn’t resist reaching out to stroke the petals of a giant coral-colored bloom as she approached.

Madalena was already curtsying to the small group of women relaxing around the table. Cass hurried to join her. Before settling into the empty chair next to Mada, she quickly scanned the group of women, trying to identify the mysterious Belladonna. One was pale in every way—her skin, her hair, her watery blue eyes. The other two were darker: one with a sagging brow and a face sharp with lines, one with streaks of gray in her hair. They were all pretty, but none of them was unusual or stunning. Cass dropped her gaze to the women’s hands, looking for both a flower-engraved ring and a missing finger. The pale woman had her hands folded demurely in her lap, but the other two seemed to have all digits intact. Impossible to tell whether they were wearing rings, because of the lace gloves that they wore.

“Ladies.”

A voice that drizzled like honey came from behind Cass. She twisted around and felt her jaw drop slightly.

A woman in a brilliant turquoise-and-silver gown stood at the bottom of the stairs, jewel-encrusted cuffs glinting in the sun, curls of dark hair hanging in ringlets around her chin. It was, unmistakably, the girl depicted in the paintings.

“I am Signorina Briani, but you may call me Bella if you like.” She looked hard at Cass and Madalena with her feline eyes. “Mi dispiace. I don’t mean to stare, but I was trying to guess which of you knows my artist in residence Signor da Padova.”

Cass almost swallowed her tongue. This was the legendary Belladonna? It wasn’t possible. Falco and Madalena had both made it sound like Signorina Briani was close to forty. The woman before them was just a girl, a few years older than Cass at most.

Cass stood and curtsied quickly, still half in a daze. “I am Cassandra Caravello,” she said. “I am acquainted with Fal—with Signor da Padova.” It was so odd to call Falco by his formal name.

Madalena introduced herself and gushed for a few moments about Signorina Briani’s beauty. The signorina looked amused, but reached in to give Mada’s gloved hand a squeeze before arranging her gossamer skirts and taking the empty seat at the table. She introduced her companions, but Cass forgot their names almost immediately, instead thinking of them as Pale, Gray, and Scarlet, because the woman with the sharp face wore a dress almost the exact same shade of red as Madalena’s.

Signor Mafei, the handsome butler, brought them each a cup of tea. Cass couldn’t keep from sneaking peeks at Belladonna out of the corner of her eye every few seconds. This couldn’t be Falco’s patroness. There had to be some mistake.

Bella laughed and all of the other women joined in. Cass forced a laugh too, although she hadn’t heard the quip. She tried to focus on Belladonna’s syrupy-slick voice, but all Bella seemed to be talking about was herself: her jewels, her newest treasures from abroad, her flowers, which apparently bloomed even in the winter. Cass’s mind kept wandering. How could she possibly look so young? How could she possibly be so gorgeous? Even Madalena looked plain here, a peasant girl next to Belladonna’s Venus. Her skin was practically glowing. She was perfect.

Well, nearly perfect. Cass’s eyes went to Belladonna’s hands, but they were tucked away in elbow-length silvery gloves. Was she really missing a finger? Cass felt a bizarre urge to tug at Bella’s gloves, to expose her single imperfection.

A fist of jealousy tightened inside of her. Falco had told her that he had gone to Florence to make a name for himself, so that he would someday be worthy of Cass. But could his eagerness to be close to Belladonna have a different—more selfish—cause?

Bella laughed again and her circle of admirers did too. Madalena, normally threatened by women who were more beautiful than she was, seemed to be hanging on Belladonna’s every word. Cass felt like she was watching a circle of rodents being hypnotized by a cobra. She found Belladonna’s icy perfection repellent.

A soft breeze rustled the nearest bush, loosening a couple of waxy green leaves that danced across the silken tablecloth and landed in her lap. Cass brushed them from her skirts. A rose petal had also ended up in her lap, and she couldn’t help but marvel at its coloring—pink on one side, purple on the other.

“Lovely, aren’t they?” Belladonna said. “They’re called Janus roses, since they have two faces.”

Cass noticed Gray and Scarlet staring at her resentfully. She let the petal flutter to the ground. “I’ve never seen roses like this. And the blooms are so large. Do you put something special in the soil?” Cass asked politely.

Belladonna smiled. “I do,” she said, “but it’s a secret. I’m very proud of my flowers, you see.” She reached up to pluck a large pink-and-purple Janus rose from the side of the wooden trellis. She tossed it in Cass’s direction. “They have the most exquisite fragrance.”

Cass flinched as the bloom landed heavily on the table. Everyone was still watching her. No one but Belladonna had spoken. Hesitantly, Cass reached toward the rose. She lifted it to her face. The scent was intoxicating—like sharp perfume and sweet sugar.

Something tickled her hand. She gasped. A hairy black-and-brown spider was making its way toward her wrist. She shrieked, dropped the rose, and frantically swatted at the creature. The spider ended up on the tablecloth. The other women squealed, leaning back in their chairs as the spider made its way across the table.

Only Belladonna sat calmly. Regally. She extended a gloved hand and gently picked up the spider by one of its tiny legs. Cass suddenly felt afraid, although she couldn’t say why. The tiny spider tried to wriggle free, but Bella’s delicate grip prevented it from escaping.

“You shouldn’t fear my little helper, ladies,” Belladonna said softly. She rose from her seat and carried the wriggling spider over to a cluster of rosebushes. She set the spider down on an open blossom. “Spiders protect my roses from harmful insects.” Belladonna spun a slow circle, her eyes tracing the periphery of her garden. “Many of nature’s creatures protect me and my exquisite flowers.”

The other women murmured uneasily as the spider disappeared into a sea of petals. Cass was breathing hard. Everything looked a little blurry. The rosebushes tangled together like a drawer full of precious jewels.