Columbina Della Passaglia was, always, a lover of the finer things in life. The Giovanni were a wealthy famiglia, and there were many benefits to being connected to them, and access to plenty of money and the knowledge of locations like Vittoria's had to be among her favorites.
Mortal faekats would likely find this place strange. It only opened after sundown, and yet seemed to serve an exactly reversed menu. Brunch at midnight, dinner at 4 AM. The chef was quirky, strange, rarely seen about.
But then, this place only served mortals to satisfy the Masquerade.
For those in the know, they knew: this was the finest establishment to get a meal if you were a vampire who preferred to avoid the dirty work of hunting, and there were plenty of private seating areas for the fangy clientele.
In front of her, she had a Bloody Mary--blood instead of silly mortal tomato juice, natch--and she pondered the menu while she waited for Millie to arrive. It was, after all, never a bad night for a little gossip between friends.
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