Marcel and Jenna returned to Italy after a week, hand in hand, their faces glowing with happiness as they stepped into the grand mansion. The warmth of the place felt familiar, yet the joy of being back together made everything feel new.
As they reached the end of the hallway, the excited shouts of two young voices echoed through the air.
"Uncle Marcy!"
"Uncle Marcy!"
Marcel froze for a moment, stunned by the sound. He hadn’t expected to hear those voices. His twin nephews, Asher and August, came barreling down the corridor and clung tightly to his legs, one on each side.
"My boys!" Marcel’s face lit up even brighter as he knelt down to meet them at eye level. His hands immediately ruffled their hair, and he smiled at their familiar, playful faces. "Gosh! How tall you two have grown!"
