Morning started with everyone gathered at the dining room for breakfast.
Luciano at the head table couldn't stop shaking his head as he listened to Salvatore go on and on about how he made a bet with Lyon, won, but his win was never acknowledged.
"You cannot claim you won when you wouldn't even let a professional check the margins," Lyon, who had been silent all along, defended himself.
"Hear him? How can a loser have so many words for a winner? Tell me how?!"
"Maybe because he's not actually a loser and you just might be full of shit?"
Everyone's gaze went straight to the door and they saw Eva walking in, boobs first before her entire body followed.
"Shit, she's back?" Salvatore's eyes widened, but he smiled pleasantly.
She rolled her eyes as she walked past him and went towards Luciano instead.
"Luce," she smiled. "I'm home."
"Welcome home Eva."
She blew him a kiss before turning to Isadora next to him.
"Hello gorgeous. Adin has a package for you."
