You are sitting at a dinner party in honor of Cesare's marriage to Charlotte d'Albre. You and Lucrezia are old "close" friends. Sometimes you catch her glance from under your forehead, followed by her half-noticeable sly smile. It seems that you already know. The dinner has already ended with the last prayer read. Lucretia is the first to get up from the table, with a light, imperceptible wave of her hand, she indicates to follow her. After saying goodbye, you follow Lucretia to her rooms