A few days had passed since Gabriel's visit.
The atmosphere in the mansion was surprisingly calm, at least on the surface. The smell of hot food mingled with the faint scent of the garden flowers that wafted in through the open dining room window.
Vergil sat at the head of the long oak table, surrounded by his wives. Katharina, always impeccable, silently sipped her tea; Ada rested her chin on her hand, observing the scene with her usual analytical and curious gaze; Roxanne, on the other hand, seemed more interested in the light conversation with Stella, who was busy devouring a slice of chocolate cake.
Raphaeline and Sapphire sat on either side of Vergil, the former distractedly playing with her napkin, the latter with a distant look, more bored than ever.
Viviane served the dishes with almost ceremonial precision, while Iridia and Zex helped, moving with impeccable synchronicity, although the silent nervousness they carried was visible in every exchanged glance.
