On the steps in front of the villa, Ocelotte and Molly stood ready to greet their guest.

Brody stepped out of the car, looking particularly sharp and dashing tonight. The sight made Ocelotte frown instantly. Dressed as flamboyantly as a peacock, Brody had clearly put in some effort.

Later, Ocelotte decided, he’d ask Molly outright who looked better. Was it him or Brody?

Brody walked up the steps, his silhouette framed by the twilight. Molly stepped forward and gave him a brief hug.

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