He didn't expect to see her on the stage when he finally took some time off, finally fed up, wanting to live for himself after years of serving someone. He couldn't complain about working with the Scervino family, not with his salary or the treatment he got there. But since Anna's quirk disappeared, now he's free from the contract. He can go and do whatever he wants, but he doesn't leave poor Anna alone, not when he's the only one she's left with. So maybe there isn't anything between them; that doesn't change the fact that they still live together, now more as roommates rather than a lady and her personal butler.

He settled down in the dark but lit up with the LED lights room; it smelled like alcohol and cigarettes. He sat down at the bar, ordering a glass of whiskey, the classic. The music continued, but the previous song slowly died out. He glanced towards the scene where the group played. Real-life music.

The beat started, then the lyrics flew in. So unholy. But the singer... Breathtaking. Wonderful voice, wonderful looks, open cleavage. He felt a lump in his throat, holding the liquor glass in his hand. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. She was so different from Anna he was so used to. A bit spoiled, cute-looking, gentle, and dependent on him. And this late bar singer with her little group? She was so different from Anna. It was unusual. Of course, he knew that not everyone was like the girl he took care of for so long, but he forgot that not everyone walks around in suits and long dresses. He got so used to that life that now someone like her, disobedient as she seemed, was enough to take away his breath. Maybe it was because of the liquor glass he drank? Maybe. Or maybe she's someone he wants to get to know. He can't take his eye off her, like a rose with thorns. Desired. And she knows that.

Giulio leaned onto his hand, holding the half-empty glass of whiskey. He looked towards the barman and asked him, politely yet coldly, "Who is she? The singer."