"But Auntie, I don't want to go to the ball!" Clara protested as she was pulled out of the house and into the car. It was three days after Piedro's letter and Dianna was forcing Clara to go back to her home. The girl was stubborn as anything, but then again, so was her aunt,
"You are going, young lady! You need to be among the people again! They miss you! Besides, you have a beautiful dress and mask on the way that your father paid for. You. Are. Going!"
She said with a final tug Clara was clear of the house and in the car with Dianna. It would be a long, silent drive, and Dianna couldn't help but smirk. The hours went by quickly and soon Clara Dimonte was back at the Dimonte Villa in Venice. It was like a long lost princess was returning to her palace; Piedro waited outside with Antonio and the household servants. Getting out of the car, Clara extended her hand to guide her but quickly snatched it back when she felt her father try to take it. Stalking past him and into the house, Dianna looked at the confused and hurt Piedro, "She didn't want to come, and she doesn't want anyone guiding her. She is still waiting for Jones to take her hand." Piedro looked at his wife's sister and sighed, "This won't be easy, will it?" Dianna shook her head sadly and went inside to help Clara prepare for the next evening.