On the night before the ceremony, Marcello went for a little walk around the house with his father. The old man Diabolo arrived at the mansion to make sure everything went well during the ceremony tomorrow. He even called his son to take a stroll around the manor to check for any problems.
And also, to give a few warnings.
"The hall is great! I hope tomorrow's grand ceremony lives up to the Diabolos' name" he said, taking a huge draw from his cigarette.
Marcello remained silent. He wasn't interested in the walk around the hall. He just wanted to be with Eduardo.
"I better sleep early to wake up early, Father. I'll be going to my room now" he said and turned to leave.
"That slave..." His father's voice forced him to stop. He froze at the spot, waiting for his father to continue. "I heard he isn't showing up at tomorrow's ceremony. You made a great choice"
"What do you mean, father?" He asked, finally turning to meet his father's eyes.
