Alaia’s POV
They smile at me after the King says that I am their granddaughter. Although he seems to be holding it together, she is not. “My name is Antonio, and this is Lucia.” He was staring at me, seemingly lost in his thoughts when Lucia got his attention. “I’m sorry, my dear,” he said, then turned to me, “I just see so much of our Jonathan in you.” Tears flow down my cheeks. I look down so I can wipe them off.
Lucia takes my hand in hers. I look up and she smiles at me. “I also see so much of Maria in you, too.” I gasped, making her chuckle. “You didn’t know I knew your mother, did you?”
I shake my head no. “I didn’t know anything about you until a day or so ago.” They look at me curiously and I look around to see if anyone is listening. They seem to get what I’m implying and nod
