On their way back, Marcella noticed the tailor shop her father used to frequent. In fact, Mr. Isaiah Caruso is the only tailor her father trusted with his suit.
She wanted to visit the tailor shop. If they are having a party, Tony should wear a new suit too.
"You don't like this shop?" she asked as he stopped by the door.
"I was asked not to enter. They don't want to provide services to me," Tony said.
He didn't look disappointed. He was just saying.
"Why?" Marcella asked.
Tony shrugged.
Marcella walked inside. The old man was sitting on a chair at the reception. As long as she remembered, the old man sat on that chair to welcome his customers if he was not stitching in the working room behind.
"Old man Caruso!" she shouted in a cheery voice. "How are you doing?"
"Who is that?" Isaiah wore his glasses. "Bambina? Is that really you?"
