Thread: The Mobster, The Dame, and The Law.

The Giovannis had entered the club while she was backstage, but as she hid behind the wall of the small hall, she had noticed their presence. Although she had never seen a gang from so close before, it was obvious to her from the moment she saw the group's attire and behavior. She wondered what would happen when her father would see them, moreover she feared what more restrictions her father would force onto her after that. The young woman was already confined to her house, or school most of the time. She was surprised that someone talked to her as she didn't really feel welcome, coming here with the police chief. The man looked somewhat classy and serious, the kind of man her parents probably expected her to marry someday. However, she accepted the offer, thinking that it might make her time more interesting. It was not everyday that she would meet someone new. She silently smiled to him in appreciation and held the lower part of her dark purple dress with her hands as she sat on the chair. She hoped she would go unnoticed by her father when he would leave the office, for all possible reasons she just wanted to disappear for a while. She had not noticed him amongst the other gangsters earlier, and so she trusted him like the other members of her surroundings. Not that all rich men were to be trusted, but she surely had never experienced anything traumatizing up to now. Adjusting her hat slightly on the side to veil a part of her face - the side that her father would see from the office and the bar as he would walk to the entrance -, she tried to act natural. The police chief bursted out of the small office with the owner right behind. Words like Thank you and Yes, we'll work on that, were repeated as he hurried to the entrance. It was obvious that he had spent too much time away from his precious daughter and now looked around for her delicate round-shaped face and pointy chin surrounded by black laced garments. At some point, his impulse was slowed by the Italian family that stood there amongst the crowd. Gentleman as he was, Mr. Edwards went to the head of the Giovannis and shook hands with him in the most polite manners. Respect was needed and intended, although his eyes meant otherwise. Mr. Giovanni seemed pretty composed, but the chief of the police had an agitated serenity in his eyes. It seemed as one could see the wheels work in his head as he faced one of the city's worst enemies. The young woman was also disturbed, no doubt but the presence of her father was indeed troubling as she tried to escape these tight boundaries to which she was restrained by her family. As she shifted slowly and coughed, she felt her heartbeat in her neck, pressing against her ribbon corset choker. The lone police was pacing about, wondering if this was a trick from the Giovannis. He could not lose his composure, not here with all these people. He had to be stern and cold. Turning towards the entrance, he stared at the car in the street waiting for them. Perhaps she's waiting for you outside? the owner suggested while the lights faded to half their normal intensity and the show started. Keep an eye out for me, the police chief responded as he left to search for his daughter in the streets. Quietly sighing in a temporary relief, the young woman thought maybe she should run away while it was possible, or hope her father wouldn't come back here soon. She glanced quickly at the man beside her, wondering if he knew that the police chief and her came in the club together. He didn't seem to be aware of it, seeing as nobody pointed at her when the head of the police asked around. She felt grateful that she was naturally quiet and subtle It has helped her more than once to evade some situations.