The ticket office of St. Mark's Basilica.
William, dressed casually, pulled out a ten-euro bill and handed it to the middle-aged ticket seller sitting behind the barred window. "Hello, two tickets."
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The ticket seller inside glanced at Halsey standing behind William, then looked at Yelena and Ivan before shaking his head.
In heavily accented English, he replied, "Sir, that's not enough. Your two children need tickets too."
"Sorry for the trouble." William quickly smiled apologetically at him, then took out another ten-euro bill and passed it through the window.
He said, "They only turned four and a half this year, so I instinctively paid for just my wife's and my own tickets. Sorry for the trouble."
"You're too kind, sir." The ticket seller prepared four tickets and handed them to William.
"Have a wonderful time with your family."
"Thank you." After taking the tickets, William led Halsey and the children away and joined the crowd lining up for the ticket inspection.
"Ah, one boy and one girl. What a happy family... Four and a half?"
Only after William's family had gone some distance did the ticket seller realize that Yelena and Ivan were only four years old.
At the ticket inspection point, everyone had lined up in an orderly fashion, waiting to have their tickets clipped before entering.
William could not be bothered to use his special connections to clear the place out. Aside from avoiding unnecessary commotion, more importantly, he believed that only "being packed in with everyone else" could let them experience the fun of a holiday.
"Haha~!" Yelena especially liked crowded places. She tugged on William's left hand and pointed excitedly at the painting above the church's main entrance.
"Dad! Look, look! Is the person in the very center Jesus?"
"Hm?" William followed the