Bronte and Ginerra have been wondering why their sons disappeared all day. When they were about to ask, Malia came into the room, looking at them, staring at her.
Ginerra realizes she's staring at Malia and pretends she's reading something on her cell phone. Brontë looks out the window. Atlas, Ares, and Apollo look her up and down.
"Damn," Malia mumbles, wondering what she walked in on. "I came to tell you that dinner is ready. Also, we have two guests."
Bronte tells her they'll be there in a few minutes. Malia looks at him for a few seconds before leaving.
"Guests, no one mentioned anything about having some guests." Ginerra looks at the door.
Ares looks at his mother. "Why would they inform us about anything? We're guests. To keep you from asking us where we were. We went into t
