July 28th, Saturday.
Klein Moretti carefully tidied his black hair in front of the half-length mirror in the washroom.
He was already dressed in his newly bought, freshly pressed black formal suit. Its double-breasted buttons gleamed, its collar could be turned up, and the shoulders were padded, making him look somewhat taller.
After combing his black hair neatly, he took a medium-height silk top hat from the hat stand, dusted off nonexistent dust, and put it on properly.
He fastened the suit's double-breasted buttons one by one, then tied his bow tie, leaving only the collar of the white shirt beneath exposed.
"Mm, not bad. Black truly is a color that never goes out of style."
He forced a faint smile at the mirror, looked himself over from side to side, and, after confirming that everything was in order, left the washroom with satisfaction and went downstairs to the first floor.
His older brother, Benson Moretti, wore a tailcoat, black waistcoat, white shirt, black bow tie, and sharply pressed trousers. He stood stiffly in the middle of the living room.
When he saw Klein come downstairs, he approached with a helpless expression.
"Melissa insisted that I dress like this. I..."
"Benson, this outfit suits you very well. Do you remember how at Serena's dinner party two weeks ago, you were perfectly at ease with all those gentlemen and ladies?"
Benson touched his forehead, but his hairline, far ahead of others his age, left him grasping at nothing.
"Perhaps. But aren't you only inviting colleagues and teachers to this dinner?"
he asked doubtfully.
"But you need to get used to it too, Benson. This concerns something important for Klein. Um... perhaps you'll encounter it yourself someday..."
Their younger sister Melissa Moretti's voice came from the staircase.
The two turned around. Melissa