1500 May 04 – Florence, Italy

Alright, Diary, strap in because May 4th was off the charts! Picture this: a masquerade ball in Florence, where everyone’s dressed like they've stepped out of a Renaissance fashion magazine. I walk in, and the place is electric, a whirlpool of masks, gowns, and mystery.

Then she enters – Caterina Sforza. She's like a storm dressed in silk, commanding the room with just a glance. We lock eyes, and bam! It's like a challenge has been silently thrown down. We meet on the dance floor, and it’s game on. The dance with Caterina is like a battle, but way more fun. We’re spinning, stepping, and I’m pretty sure we invented a few new moves. It’s like flirting and dancing had a baby, and it’s this moment right here. The crowd's loving it, and so are we. It's all laughter, teasing glances, and the thrill of the chase.

As the night deepens, the air gets thicker with intrigue and whispers. Caterina and I, we find ourselves in a secluded spot, the masks finally off. The conversation gets real – it’s flirty, witty, and there’s this electric charge that's all kinds of exciting.

But as the sun starts to creep up, we part ways, the night still lingering like a sweet perfume. Walking back through the streets, I'm thinking, "Tak, you sly dog, you've just danced with a legend."

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