"Disappointed?" Stefano asked after revealing his mystery to me.
I wanted to believe I didn’t get a head start, but I remembered he warned me about it. It was me who didn’t think it through—but who am I to judge?
I was about to say something when a woman came out of the basement, being dragged by Theodore “the kid” by her skirt. She wiped her forehead and let out a dramatic scream of exhaustion, massaging her back with the other hand.
"About time!" she yelled, turning to us with a warm, wide smile. "Well, well, well. If it isn’t the great Stefano and his princess. Hi!" she greeted so enthusiastically I was taken aback.
She looked just like Stefano—only more confident, louder, and brighter. Literally. She wore a silver top like she just came from a disco, and had a dangling belt around
