"That'd be great!" Remm said. Shilo smiled at her, even though they've only known each other for almost a year, he figured that he knew his friend pretty well; and he definitely knew that music was her favorite, especially singing.
"Great! Well then let's get going before we lose time," Shilo said. He finished his breakfast quickly and went into his wardrobe where he grabbed a random shirt and pants and headed to the bathroom to change. Fortunately for him all the clothes in his wardrobe were presentable and match most everything else, so even if he wasn't looking to what he grabbed his father would feel he looked decent enough to go out into society. Today he was wearing a white button-up shirt and jean, add a vest to jazz it up and he was ready. He brushed his hair quickly, while poking his head out the door.
"Tell the driver we won't be needing him, we can just walk it won't be that far. Also if you could be so kind as to grab my wallet, I'll be downstairs in a few," He told Remm before he popped back inside the bathroom to finish getting ready. It wasn't long before he was heading down the hall. The Diamonfair's hallway was richly made, not because of the decor but more from the colors. They only used the deepest and richest of colors such as mahogany, velvet red, and gold. Shilo was grateful they didn't have too much decor to add to it because he felt otherwise it would be too much. There were some paintings on the walls, but not of him or his family, those pictures were downstairs in the lounge room. These were old paintings passed down in his family. They were a painting of his ancestors. The head of the houses mainly, though a few scattering paintings were the head and the family as well; even a servant might slip in for the painting, but that was a rare sight.
Shilo passed his little sister's room; Dalia. He loved her very much and longed to take her outside, but his parents treated her like a glass doll, she was never allowed to leave the house. He knew why, though he didn't agree. When Dalia was born she caught an illness that sent her to the hospital only about a month or two after she was born. They thought she was going to die, but in the end she survived by the help of some amazing doctors. To Shilo this proved that she was strong and could handle herself, but to his parents this meant that she could break easily. He knocked on her door and peaked in.
"Dalia, I'm heading into town do you need anything?" he asked. Dalia looked up, she was a very small girl with big sad looking eyes that seemed to glisten purple in the right light.
"Maybe some peaches," Dalia said. Shilo smiled and bowed to her, making her giggle.
"You're wish is my command." He knew that she could easily just ask one of the maids to bring her peaches, but for some reason she preferred it if Shilo bought them from the markets in town for her. Either way, it made her happy so who was Shilo to ignore that. He ran downstairs meeting Remm. It was warm out today so he wasn't going to bother with a coat. Then they were heading into town.
The streets were busy with people as some prepared for balls, galas, parties, while others were rushing to work for those who were going to have entertainment tonight. It didn't take them long to get Elliot and his family a gift; a simple bottle of the finest Bordeaux in town, simple yet extravagant is what the Diamonfair's were known best for, besides his father's work in the hotel business. He decided to wait on the peaches for Dalia till later so they wouldn't go bad and so the two were heading off to the music store. They were about a block away when Shilo saw Apollo and his servant in their path. The change between Shilo's calm and quiet face to the mysterious and respectable facade was nearly instantaneous when he saw Apollo among the crowd. But the change was there none the less.
"Apollo," Shilo greeted as they came into hearing distance of each other,
"Are you ready for the ball tonight?"