Hello everyone. It's Deeny. So here's chapter 3! :)

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Ezio had eventually emerged from the bathroom after what seemed to be the longest bath ever. He noticed Grace had glanced over then averted her eyes away back to what she was doing, he was only in a towel after all. She had been sat at the table scribbling away furiously with a pencil.

'I'm about to order some dinner for us Ezio, is there anything in particular you'd like?' Grace asked him as she focused on her work trying not to look at him. She was commissioned to design a wedding dress and bridesmaids dresses for a client back in London so any moment she got was spent working on it.

'I am sure anything you get will be fine. Surprise me." Ezio grinned hoping Grace would notice. She had put her pencil down and stood from the table and walked over to her bedside table where the hotel phone was whilst picking up the room service menu that was wedged in a placeholder.

'Oh Ezio,' Grace said as she shook her hand toward the bed she had placed all the shopping bags on. 'All the clothes I got you are in there I suggest you try them on and find what you like.' She actually looked him in the eyes as she spoke to him, but soon went to gazing over the room service menu. Figuring out what she was going to order for them both, she tapped "0" on the phone to call the room service line. She was greeted with a young sounding woman saying Grace's last name and how she could help, in English. Grace was grateful for the invention of caller ID, at least she wouldn't have to attempt using any of her broken Italian again. In between rattling off the list of things she was ordering to the room service girl she would look over at Ezio. He was rummaging through the bags like all his Christmasses had come at once, stopping every so often so remove an item of clothing and replace it with another or try on the shoes he'd found in another box. Eventually he had settled on a pair of dark jeans, a white v-neck t-shirt, a black hoodie and a pair of white and black Nikes. Grace was happy that she didn't have to dress him at least and try explaining a zip or something. Grace had now finished her phone call.

'Food is going to be about fifteen to twenty minutes.' She stated. 'How are the clothes Ezio?'

'They fit well Grace. I wish I could repay you for everything you have done for me.' Ezio replied as he tugged on his hoodie cords.

'It's no problem at all Ezio it's the least I could do. We can't have you walking around without some modern clothes on. Besides I rather enjoyed shopping for you I only ever buy clothes for myself.' Grace chuckled.

'But surely all of this must have cost you a lot?' Ezio asked. 'I highly doubt that most people would do this for a complete stranger. I will try to repay you in some way I…'

Grace just smiled at him and shushed him quiet. 'Ezio you don't need to do anything I insist. I have a pretty disposable income so there's no worry about money. Besides you're one of our order plus you're in a strange time it's only right I take care of you.'

Ezio bowed gracefully. 'Grazie Grace.'

'Ah don't worry about it.' Said Grace. 'Now, you go take a seat while I hang all these new clothes up of yours don't want them getting all creased.' She chuckled as she gathered up all the clothes and put them on a chair close to the large wardrobe in the room. Grace had moved some of her own clothes in to drawers to keep some space in the wardrobe for some of her design samples, so there was plenty of room in there for Ezio's clothes. There were also quite a few hangars left in the wardrobe so she began sorting the clothes out and hanging them up. Ezio in the meantime had sat at the table and glanced over the sketchbook Grace had been drawing in. There were body shapes all wearing intricately drawn clothing, some flashes of colour were on some of the drawings.

'Grace can I ask what these sketches are?' Questioned Ezio as he motioned his hand over the book. Grace was hanging the last few shirts in the wardrobe. She shut the wardrobe door when she had done and walked over to the table where she sat down and spun her sketchbook round.

'Oh they're some of my ideas, I'm a clothing designer. What you see there are ideas I have for a wedding dress and bridesmaid dresses for a client who's hired me for custom work.' Grace pushed the book over. Ezio turned a few of the pages in the book, eying the drawings carefully.

'They're beautiful Grace.' He said as he scanned the pages. Grace smiled.

'Thank you I'm glad you think so. When I get back home I have to send her some of the designs and hopefully she likes some of them enough for me to go ahead and make samples for her and her bridesmaids.' Grace said as she shrugged her shoulders. Ezio passed the sketchbook back over to her. She shut it and moved it to the side.

Talk swiftly moved on to the Order. Grace explained to Ezio about how their resources had greatly diminished over the years and how the Templars now known as Abstergo were not only bettering them with sheer manpower, but also with the amount of funds and money they had as well as contacts.

'It's not easy being an Assassin these days.' Grace sighed. 'While we still may be worldwide to some extent, there's not that many of us left, especially members with the like of my capabilities or even yours Ezio. Not many reach the end of their training.' Ezio looked slightly crestfalen when she said this. When people say that the future is bright, they obviously had not taken a second look to see that it was actually crumbling apart from the inside. 'We try our best though,' Grace added. 'But sometimes, trying isn't enough.

The pair spun round as there was a knock at the hotel room door. Ezio instinctively attempted to draw his hidden blade but to no avail as he wasn't wearing his bracer. Grace however got up out of her seat and made her way over to the door.

'Calm down it'll be our food!' Grace chuckled as she glanced through the peephole then opened the door to see a waiter with a service trolley. He wheeled it in to the room and carefully laid out the covered platters on to the table along with a jug of water and a bottle of red wine and some glasses; as well as the appropriate cutlery and crockery. He wheeled the trolley back to the door as Grace held it open for him. She held her hand out to the man and gave him a few spare Euros she had in her back pocket for a tip. He thanked her for it and bowed his head as Grace shut the door and walked back to the table rubbing her hands. She was absolutely starving. Ezio was hungry too he could smell some mouth-watering aromas coming from underneath the platter covers.

'Please go right ahead Ezio." Grace said as she poured out two glasses of the wine. Ezio nodded as he raised the lids of the platters.

'Everything smells delicious." Ezio said as he placed the lids on to the table. It reminded him of home, of course with his family being noble they always had the best food going. He missed dining with his family a lot. Grace had ordered various light salads, a pasta dish with a creamy white sauce with bacon, asparagus and mushrooms and she had also ordered two perfectly cooked filet steaks which were still a bit pink in the middle and tender as ever. When Ezio had become an Assassin, he was lucky to eat well at all most of the time he had to make do with what he could rustle up or afford. But now courtesy of Grace he was having a most wonderful meal, savouring every morsel as if it were his last. He toasted her for her kindness. Grace blushed.

Chatter over dinner had turned from the grim subject of the Order and Abstergo to what it was like in the present. Ezio had so many questions about what it was like to live now. Grace answered them as best she could. She explained about how there had been many technological and medical advances since Ezio's time and also how people had changed in themselves. She explained the social aspect of today along with current governments, travel, terrorism, disease, sanitation, entertainment and the arts. Third world countries, Communism, Womens Liberation; which Grace knew he was completely confused about. Everything she could think of whenever Ezio asked. He did ask her about some of the things in the hotel room such as the sanitary ware in the bathroom and as he called it "the flat shiny talking thing with moving pictures." Grace chuckled to herself when he called it that, then she felt slightly sorry for him as this was all alien to him. So she carried on doing her best to tell him what everything was and how to use it.

'That's called a television. It's one of the main sources of entertainment we have now. You can watch a lot of fictional TV shows and factual ones too.'

Grace tried explaining some other devices to Ezio as well as electricity but she admitted to him that she wasn't exactly sure on how everything worked itself. She understood the logic and principle but when it went down to the core she was just as confused as Ezio.

After a fabulous dinner, Grace cleared to plates and platters away and left them outside her room door.

'So has your Bureau contacted you yet?' Ezio asked Grace. She shook her head as she sipped her wine; there was still half a bottle of it left.

'No they haven't, it's making me think something has happened but they do get quite busy so I'll give them some time before I try again.' Grace replied as she motioned for Ezio to take a seat on the sofa facing the room's TV. It was only a small two seat sofa but Ezio managed to take up most of it what with him being male and being substantially larger in build, but also because he had casually draped himself in the seat. She could tell he was a lot more relaxed now. He rested his elbow on the sofa arm and sipped his wine; shooting suave glances at Grace which she noticed immediately. If he was going on the charm offensive with her then he'd have to live up to his infamous reputation. Grace was a hard nut to crack.

Ezio in the meantime had found the TV remote.

'And this is the remote you told me of that controls the TV?' He asked. Grace nodded. Ezio began pressing buttons like she described how to and he watched closely as the channels changed. Grace had to laugh to herself; Ezio was turning in to a typical modern guy right before her eyes.