Conspiracy of The Silence

Lugati I

Treowe Hotel –one of the most famous and expensive hotels in the world situated in Cardinia has once again been graced with one of the year's most elite congregation of the upper classes of Cardinia. The hotel is a product of the combination of three familial enterprises, the Aminov, the Drummel and the Taittenger. Tonight, the hotel will host the launching of the newest product of the von Amstel's chocolate line. This new product is actually a merger between the von Amstel and the Stahlberg. The news has been well received by most but some people thought that the Stahlberg's family is still farther below the economic status than most upper class families. As the sun settled most of the invited guests started filling into the hotel, all of them looking impeccable in their evening dresses.

But gossip permeated the occasion. Somewhere in the 14 presidential suits of the hotel, Benjamin Disraeli von Amstel's only child –a daughter- is kept. There have been many talks about her but only a few member of the Society, the name tagged to the upper class families of Cardinia, has seen her. Many asked among them that if this girl is as perfect as her father says she is, whyshe wasn't introduced to the Princess Maximilliene as a companion. Why Cornelia and not Alea, after all Disraeli always proclaims that they are as wealthy as the Konrads and of course the Cossack and the Konrad hasn't made peace yet in all these years.

"The title did it. However rich Disraeli is he could not compete with a grand duke. The court is a nasty place permitted only to the bluest of blood." An old lady murmured towards the expectant ear of her companion, another elderly matron. The Society, without much to do, loved a juicy gossip.

"Then how about that Demetrieff girl." the listener replied. Their group fixed with her a stare when they heard this. A man in the group spoke. "The Demetrieff's are rumored to be richer than the Cossack Madame Truesdale. It was not the king's point to argue if the chancellor wanted her daughter playing with the royal princess. Princess Adrienne is a princess on both sides after all."

"That is old news, what I wanted to know is, why Alea wasn't added to the group, Lord Vanderbilt?" Madame Truesdale would not drop the issue she had hopes that her own granddaughter, Bernadette, in one way or another could enter the king's court.

"Trident. The von Amstels' are not part of the Trident." Lord Vanderbilt answered.

"That old group. What nonsense. The present trident does not have the strength its predecessors have. And come to think of it they are all males. How could a future trident composed of girls prove better?" the woman seated beside Madame Truesdale voiced out.

"It may mean the husbands they chose one day shall compose the trident." Lord Vanderbilt said. He has great hopes for his son Pierro. One of the three girls could very well be his future bride. As a future count he has much to offer.

It was the same kind of conversations all around. Every time a gathering like this happens; money, power, and politics are always the topic. Events that are the hinges where the country stood are just chit chats for this certain persons.

After all the guests have arrived and the doors closed the party begun. The usual dazzling sets of amusement for an event like this performed. A splendid dinner prepared bythe Aminov's was set. The son of Disraeli's brother-in-law played. He was a genius on the piano and he took everyone on a trip down beautiful music. He was also a handsome boy, oblivious to the fact that he was watched by everyone. A heavy applaud rang when he finished. Afterwards the two most important people of the event stepped into the elevated platform facing the tables set around –Benjamin Disraeli von Amstel and Signius Vladimir Stahlberg.

Both gave their well applauded speeches then welcomed the crowd to a sensual taste of their ingenious product. From the left and right corners of the room, two doors opened. Out of it came waiters' dressed as English footmen, complete with wigs. They all bore wide silver serving salvers. Each settled beside a table and lowered the salvers for the table's occupant to observe then take one of the offered products. It was a confection of the von Amstel's Caprice, a dark chocolate sprinkled with 24 karat gold dust. It was shaped into small perfect wine bottles, measuring 3 inches in length and 2 inches wide. Inside it is a twist –a particular brand of Stahlberg beverage, Secret, still in liquid form. It was packaged with a beautiful rich violet film paper and on it is written the particular beverage to be found inside the chocolate.