Trish had never thought that she'd fall for someone who's beauty was comparable to her own.

"This is just unfair," she said in a soft sigh while gazing at the flickering movements under his eyelids and remembering the hour and a half she spent putting her 'face' on this morning.

Unfortunately for Trish, however, the sound of those footsteps nearing the room had multiplied in number. "For the love of God!.." she mumbled under her breath.

A group of people storming in this direction usually meant that a gang sector was coming in to tell Giorno about their recent but important findings.

*step.. step.. Step.. step!.. Step!*

"Should I make a move to close the door?"

"But what if my movements end up disturbing him?"

*step.. step.. Step.. step!.. Step!*

"Should I even intervene here? The information that they could be wanting to tell him might be about something critical."

The steps took a halt right at the opening of the doorway.

With her eyes, she scanned around the door frame and the outside of the door for a figure of some sort.

"If they wanted to speak to Giorno, why isn't anyone knocking?"

"...you can come in..." She said in slight confusion. But there was no response.

She looked again repeatedly until she met the eyes that were staring right back at her.

Due to the darkness of the hallway, she couldn't make out who's eyes they even belonged to.

"What!... is the meaning of this?" "Show yourself!" Trish yelled openly, calling forth her stand.

While she didn't take her eyes off the door area, she could feel giorno's body stur.

"Damn it!" She thought to herself.

"Hmm?" Giorno was awake now, sleep still clinging to his voice.

I'm sorry honey, but I think something suspicious is-

"Trish!" He said in realization at the appearance of Spice Girl.

"Gold experience!" He called, leaping up and out of the couch.

"Where is the problem?"

"It's by the doorway, I heard footsteps coming and then they just stopped! I swore I saw his eyes for a second too!" Trish explained.

Giorno's eyes searched the doorway as well, but to no avail.

When situations like this happen, it is always a serious ordeal. Many capos under Giorno's command do respect him, however, plenty others are greedy and thirst for a higher power.

But how did a stranger even get into the estate, with Mista and Fugo always circulating security!?

Unless...her heart sunk down to the bottom of her stomach.

"They already got to them." Giorno thought aloud, as if reading her own thoughts.

"But we don't know for sure." Trish said, now standing up.

"Yes, you are absolutely right. We really don't know for certain. But there is a way to find out."

"Here." She said giving him her hairpin, whispering quietly.

He grinded with gratitude as he took the pin from her hand. She knew exactly what he was going to try to do.

Within seconds, Giorno's stand turned the pin into a firefly so he could scan the dark area outside of the room, or however far it would go.

[Menacing] [menacing]

Giorno could feel the presence of something wanting to attack. With the illumination of the firefly's light, he could make out a hunched individual, sitting right outside of the room to where he and Trish were currently residing in.

Something was poking out from it's side. A knife? A gun?

"Get behind me, Trish." He said with a rigid sternness.

Trish backed up a few inches behind giorno but still stood tall and ready for anything.

Giorno didn't make any protests, he loved seeing Trish stand up for her own safety after the ordeal with her father. But if the unfamiliar threat ever made their way in the door, he was going to be the first one to kill it before it ever touched her.

"I'm calling the fly back now. "

"Right."

As the firefly buzzed back toward them, the scuffling of various feet could be heard in the darkness.

"Ugh!" Giorno flinched. His neck now had a small cut that bled onto the collar of his shirt.

"Giorno!" Trish exclaimed with shock. It must have attacked his stand!

"Golden experience!" "Spice girl!" They called simulationsly.

*GROWL* the threat came charging into the room to where Trish and Giorno stood ready.

Giorno called off Gold Experience.

"Pudding?" Trish stood dumbfounded.

What stood before them was neither a gangster nor an assassin.

Giorno looked disgusted as slobber was being plastered to his face.

Trish could not believe what she was seeing. Had she really mistaken their Italian pointer as something that could've killed them?!

"Gah! Sit! No Pudding! Sit!" Giorno commanded as pudding's excitement was all too high. It was apparent to him now that the object poking out earlier he saw with the firefly was just his tail.

Trish took a sigh of relief. Then came in the total embarrassment.

"I... I thought...!" Her face turned a cherry red.

She managed to pull Pudding away and wipe the slobber off of Giorno's face with a napkin.

"Do I look better now?" He asked, threatening to throw the napkin at her, eyes shaded.

"Eek! Dont! I'm sorry OK!" She squealed.

Even with the horrible mishap, she could admit that he did look much better.

Thankfully nothing terribly wrong happened... but the uneasiness in her chest still anchored deeply.

What would've happened if it wasn't just the dog...?