Chapter 33
Duchy of Aragoni
Marco
DANI AND I ENJOYED a wonderful Christmas followed by an extremely quiet New Year’s Eve. For once, we hadn’t invited guests, nor had we accepted any invitations. We let Lucia have the night off to visit with her increasing circle of friends at the university, and we stayed at home with the boys. I walked into my office one morning in mid-January and, as was my custom, looked over my schedule of appointments. I was surprised to see that it contained a very familiar name in a time slot that was usually left vacant.
My receptionist ushered Angelina and Father in at twelve on the dot. “What a surprise,” I said. “Is everything all right?”
“Everything is more than all right,” Angelina said. “We’ve just come from my gynecologist.”
“And?”
“I’m pregnant,” she
