Eduardo had laid on the bed, preparing to sleep throughout the party, however, he couldn't.
No matter how soundproof the room was, the vibration from the hall downstairs didn't let him focus on the bed. Instead of sleeping, he walked to the balcony to peep at the guests.
He had nothing to do but to badmouth them.
"Isn't she overdressed? Is she trying to flirt with Marcy? Too bad, he's married"
"What the hell is he wearing? Tsk!"
"Oh, another chopper. It must be a celebrity or politician. How cool. The last time I entered a chopper was when I was Carlo" he grumbled.
He started remembering his life when he was Carlo. He came here to get his revenge on Marcello, but it turned out to be different.
His relationship with him got even weirder. He doesn't even understand what kind of relationship he has with him.
Slave and master?
Sex partners?
Old friends?
'He doesn't know I'm Carlo. There's no way we could be friends'
