“We will go to the Apostolic Palace tomorrow,” Father Azrael said it to no one in particular, but he eyed Aurora specifically. They were eating their meal in a rounded black Carrara marble table, complete with matching black cushioned seats in antique finish. It was a sumptuous feast, well-suited for a strikingly designed dining area.
It was a very spacious room painted with wood brown and ivory. Spotlights illuminated the corners of the walls and the rectangular-shaped fish tank that separated the dining area and the kitchen. On the twelve o’clock position sat Father Azrael where he could view the turquoise swimming pool through a glass panel. On the dextral side, sat Aurora, and Marcus, right next to her. A connecting door in the left side provided an entrance into the wine cellar, and on the right, the doorway to the kitchen.
They both looked up, trying to listen intently on what the priest was talking.
“Aurora, the Holy Pope wants to see you,” he added which brought the woman on the verge of surprise. Marcus choked on a cauliflower he just gobbled and gave his big sis a nudge on her rib.
“Hu...h? As in, Pope Benedict the First?!”
Father Azrael hid a smile, amused by her reaction. “Yes, Pope Benedict the First,” he echoed playfully. “We will go to Vatican tomorrow because he wants to talk to you.”