Chapter 7
“Shush, dumpling, soon I’ll have you wrapped up again! There we are,” Caterina cooed, lifting the protesting baby (now in fresh wrappings) to cuddle against her chest. Little Raffaela soon quieted; it was no surprise, Noemi thought, that their daughter found Caterina as comforting as Noemi did.
Both their daughters did, but currently Piera was peacefully asleep in Noemi’s arms. No telling how long that would last, but Noemi hoped she would get through their public presentation without squalling. Twin infants—so called for simplicity’s sake, though born of different wombs; certainly they were sisters, born the same day, and identical to the eye—were enough to keep both mothers and a brace of nursemaids busy.
“We are both holding more fabric than child.” Noemi eyed the babies
