The next morning...
Demetrio and Cartelli stand opposite each other, each of them with a coffee in hand as they both stand in front of the window that overlooks the front compound of the Delassaro estate.
"It's all so surreal, right..." Demetrio says first, and Cartelli doesn't have to think hard to figure out exactly what he's referring to.
"Tell me about it... They're all grown up..." Cartelli answers, scoffing lightly and shaking his head, a gentle smile printed on his lips as he slowly lifts his coffee mug to his lips, taking a long sip of it. He remembers seeing them for the first time, how they have changed so much in the past 8 years, especially Emelio.
"They are..." Demetrio nods, finding himself smiling as well, but soon that smile falters once the memories of the late Vicente
