Author's note: this chapter is from Aldus's point of view
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I observed Lazarus who was seated at the opposite side of the dining table. Each of us had a glass of wine in front and we didn't touch the appetizers.
"Is your daughter coming?", Lazarus asked impatiently, and I can imagine that for him is torture to look at the food and not eat. Lazarus is used to getting what he wants, when he wants it, which is usually right away.
"She is Miss Mezzanotte for you unless she approves that you can address her otherwise.", I reminded him. "Serina will be here soon."
Lazarus's lips twitched in annoyance and I smiled while remembering bits of my conversation with Serina from earlier…
"How should I treat Lazarus?", Serina asked me, looking for guidance.
