Outside, his luxurious car was parked a short distance down the road....far enough to avoid drawing unnecessary attention in the quiet neighborhood. Someone of his status arriving in such a place would have easily caused a stir.
Dante quickly followed behind him, his brows slightly furrowed in confusion.
"I still don't understand why you bought the flowers," Dante said as they approached the car, his tone laced with curiosity. "Miss Aria's remains aren't even here. If you wanted to give her flowers like you always do, you could have waited until we returned home."
He paused briefly, then added with a faint frown,
"We're only here for a business trip… and a bit of vacation. This wasn't part of the plan."
"But seriously…" he continued, glancing sideways at Damien, "how does that little boy look so much like you?"
Damien didn't respond immediately, but Dante wasn't done.
