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TW: Mentions of alcohol.

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As obvious as it was, Marie loved her family more than ever. And not referring just to her friends and the people she shared the same roof with. This was about the ones who raised her.

A few days after the small quarrel between Bruno and Leone, the two had kissed and made up before the others returned from their trips.

"And so, all of you can rest." Giorno concluded his small speech whilst sipping on his glass of red wine.

"Wait, hold on," Mista wiped his mouth with a cotton napkin and cleared his throat, "You're saying that because of our latest partner, they'll establish new teams and shops all over Italy?"

"Wow, I never thought Mista would use the word 'establish'." Fugo raised his glass with genuine surprise.

Since the meetings had gone well, Giorno had announced that their clothing company 'Passione' would be facing many changes, one of which would be the fact that the others wouldn't have to work.

Well, at least not as much as they did previously.

"So, we won't need to work?" Narancia had finished his meal and crossed his arms, "As in, no more handling social media and the press? What about managing money?"

"We will cross that road when the time comes," Giorno settled his glass on the table, "Let me rephrase what I said: you can rest for now."

"But we won't be working as much, correct?" Bruno leaned his head on Leone's shoulder.

"Correct."

"Well, that's fantastic news!" Marie grinned softly and raised her glass, "I think this calls for a toast!"

Everyone shot a smile at each other and raised their glasses as they awaited Marie's next words. Abruptly, her gentle face fell when a memory of the past had hit her.

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Marie rushed upstairs after closing the door to her room with a soft click. Looking outside of the window, she grinned excitedly and waved at the figure that had climbed up the ladder she had previously placed there during the day.

The figure reached the window with a smug smile on his face.

"Milady~"

"Shh! Thomas, they'll hear you!" Marie whisper-shouted and giggled at the same time.

"So what? It's not like they wouldn't want me here," He stepped into the room, stretching his arms, "I'm a Speedwagon after all."

Marie frowned at him, "It doesn't matter if you're Brad Pitt's grandson or the Queen's nephew."

Thomas brought his hands to her waist and kept smiling at her, "Are you going to keep me waiting?"

She rolled her eyes with a soft huff and pressed her lips against his. Marie immediately pushed him away and smacked his arm, "You've been drinking again!"

He sighed softly and pulled out the flask from his pocket, "It was a gift from my uncle. I wanted to share some with you."