Camping In Disguise

Inside an enormous villa, just below a massive chandelier, a gracious dining table was glimmering. Baskets were full of exquisite and rare fruits. Dishes, glasses, and plates arranged in such a gracious arrangement even the symmetry itself would blush. A person in a black blazer was standing beside the table. He appeared like a designated conductor of an orchestra, except he wasn't one. He kept looking at his watch until it vibrated.

The next moment a bald man with a distinguishable gray beard and blue track-suit, who appeared to be in his 50s, came towards the dining table. The butler came close to the main-chair and graciously pulled it backward for this man.

"Good Morning Master Collins."

"Morning! where is Jake?" He sat and tucked a napkin in his collar. "Call him."

"Master Jake is still in his room, sir," The Butler informed his employer. "He and others will be here for breakfast soon."

The bald person was no other but Jake's grandfather, Auth