Chapter 12
The painting was positioned in the place of honour in the Moncada family chapel. The priest was a short man with shrewd eyes, accustomed to dropping his gaze before the powerful. He thanked me ceremoniously for the gift.
Shortly before the service Fabrizio's family arrived, all except Aloysia. I was grateful to her for this. I don't think I would have been able to hide my resentment and the suspicion that smouldered inside me.
Isabella kissed me with tears in her eyes. “I still can't believe it. I keep thinking he's going to walk in at any moment.”
She stopped next to me in front of the painting.
“I feel better now there's a place where we can cry... It's magnificent. He would be proud of it.” She placed a hand on my shoulder. “It must have been so painful for you to transl
