Umberto was at the door to welcome everyone, his black suit jacket ironed to crisp and a black bow tie to match. His hands covered with white gloves and one moved behind him, he bowed fluidly like he was asking a lady for a dance. Umberto really looked like a butler.
"Welcome home," he greeted with his head down.
Everyone was amazed by the butler's smooth formality.
"Now I know why Zyran has kept you for so long," Cher mused. "You're really cut out for this... with your superfine suit."
Umberto raised his head and smiled. "I've had the rooms ready, on the first floor—three rooms including one specifically arranged for the kids." He glanced at the children and smiled.
Mila pouted, "I'm so sorry you had to get everything ready alone. If only I didn't fire the servants. And I should have come to help."
Umberto waved his hands, "Not at all, in fact. I didn't do any of it alone."
"You didn't?" Mila raised her brows, wondering if some servants were hired for a short time. "Did you—"
