“The wedding preparations are fortunately in full swing.” The voice of Ignacio Gonzalo boomed over the phone as he spoke to Ezekiel De Luca.

Ezekiel sat in his study room, a glass of liquor in hand as he drummed his index finger on the arm of his resting chair.

“That’s great, Ignacio. I can’t wait to have Miracle in my house.” He said in return, a smile spreading across his face.

“We should meet up at the Country Club for a few games,” Ignacio suggested, but Ezekiel was quick to turn him down.

“Oh no, I have a few issues to deal with for a while and won’t be available...