Disneyland Paris
"So, you traveled to France without telling me?" Louis's voice cracked with a sharp edge, the pitch rising as evidence of his mounting irritation.
"And you also didn't tell me that you're dating Patrick…" Rafael responded as he finished dressing up in his room.
After arriving in France, a car was already waiting for Marco, and they entered it. The car drove them to a vast estate where a huge mansion lay.
The mansion's architectural design was breathtaking, and of course, being Marco, known for his wealth, it was a given that he would have houses all over the continent.
Rafael had a room to himself, and that slightly bothered him, as it came off as both good and bad. On the one hand, it was good because he wouldn't really have to deal with the horny mafia lord. On the other hand, it was bad because it meant something was definitely up.
But overall, one might just say that Rafael was also feeling Marco's null presence.