"Today is a beautiful day" thought Giorno. He had just finished stepping out from a tailors after getting his suit retouched. It was nothing major, a tiny scrape that had left it in less than favorable conditions.. He had to keep appearances up now, being the mafioso of a gang isn't just something you can do in rags- let alone torn ones.

The darling boy of Naples looked up at the mid-day sky and wondered how everything had gotten so.. perfect. Sure he had troubles, being a Don was no easy task; but he had been given so much more than from what he sacrificed all those years ago.. Had it truly been five years already since he took control of Passione? It certainly didn't feel like it..

Giorno took solace in the ocean view, hands in his suit's pockets while he continued to stew on things.