*Ricci mansion’s party room—2 AM*

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Marco was sitting on a chair by the round table. He was twiddling his fingers on a glass cup, which had some melting ice cream. Avocado with grapes, Daisy’s favorite flavor. He was tired. He yawned and stretched himself. He heard a door creaking. He turned anxiously to see. Could it be…? No, false alarm, it was only Giorgio.

“Still awake, bambino?” The old fellow asked.

“Yes, papà,” Marco ...