She examined the photo closely. “One of them looks like your mother.”
“As well she should. These are my twins, Giulietta and Giancarlo d’Argenzio.”
She repeated the names softly and began to tear up. “Oh, my,” she said. “Oh, my.”
“What’s the matter, Floria?”
“The name Giancarlo prompted a flood of memories. That was the name of my younger brother, who died in an accident when he was just a boy.”
“I’m glad you like it, Floria. I had no idea that the name meant something to you, I’ve just always sort of liked the name.”
“When can I see them?”
“We’ll be taking them to Conti for the weekend in a couple of months. I’ll see that you receive train tickets, and there will be a place in the castle for you to stay.”
“And what about you, Dani?” Floria said. “Do you have similar news?”
“Actually, I do,” Dani said. He handed her a photo. “Twins as well. Silvia for my favorite sister, and Dani Jr., after me.”
“So the two of you are starting again with four children?”