<div style="text-align: justify;">After making sure that the house was completely ready for the guests - as a good host should do, no matter how many servants he had under his orders -, <span style="text-decoration: underline">Sir Angus</span> stepped outside. It was another one of his habits to stand outside his home to wait for his guests. It was one of the things he had been taught in his upbringing, and that he believed was the obligation of a gentleman. Everything he could do to make his guests feel welcome and valued, he would. If that meant standing outside his house for hours, that was what he would do.<br/><br/>Lucky for the gentleman, he wouldn’t have to wait for too long without a guest to greet. Around fifteen minutes after <span style="text-decoration: underline">Sir Angus</span> had left the house, <span style="text-decoration: underline">Dr. Chisholm’s</span> car arrived at the path that led to the garage. After a couple moments to check on who was arriving - and identifying his guests by <span style="text-decoration: underline">Drina’s</span> hair -, <span style="text-decoration: underline">Sir Angus</span> waved with a broad smile.<br/><br/>While the man waited for the couple to park their car and meet him there - as they usually did -, <span style="text-decoration: underline">Andrew</span> stepped outside to join his friend. Taking a deep breath, he muttered a “what a beautiful day”, being answered with a nod.<br/><br/>A moment after, they couple arrived near the two men. <span style="text-decoration: underline">Drina</span> paused for a very brief moment in seeing <span style="text-decoration: underline">Chesterton</span>. She didn’t really like the man very much. He was too nosey for his own good. Yet, he was a friend of <span style="text-decoration: underline">Sir Angus</span>, and she was a guest in his home, so she decided to be civil. While <span style="text-decoration: underline">Peter</span> greeted his relative, <span style="text-decoration: underline">Drina</span> shook the man’s hand with a polite <span style="font-style: italic">“how do you do?”</span>. After the initial greetings, the pairs shuffled so <span style="text-decoration: underline">Peter</span> could greet <span style="text-decoration: underline">Chesterton</span>, and Drina could share a warm hug with <span style="text-decoration: underline">Sir Angus</span>. <br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">“Beautiful as ever”</span>, the man complimented with his usual chivalrous behavior. <span style="text-decoration: underline">Drina</span> couldn’t help but smile while she accepted the arm the host offered. <span style="font-weight: bold">“I still need to wait for a few other guests, but I will settle the two of you in as well. Breakfast is served, so please, help yourselves”</span>. <span style="text-decoration: underline">Peter and Drina</span> nodded, allowing the man to lead them in.<br/><br/>While he pulled her a chair, the man smiled at <span style="text-decoration: underline">Drina</span>. “When you will give us some beautiful red-haired babies to fill this house?”, he asked gently. A long moment of awkward silence followed, before <span style="text-decoration: underline">Peter</span> decided to take the lead. “We have been discussing it lately, so I think soon, but don’t go preparing to spoil our babies”, he replied with a smile, sitting by his wife. <span style="text-decoration: underline">Sir Angus</span> laughed softly. “Nonsense. What are older relatives good for, if not to ruin other people’s children’s upbringing?”. The couple laughed, though their laughter seemed a little out of place, and <span style="text-decoration: underline">Sir Angus</span> excused himself to step outside. More guests should be arriving soon, after all.</div>