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“Your first child will be a boy,” Giancarlo’s mother said on Sunday at the family dinner, without any warning, while she was serving the meat course. Szilvi watched the energetic, youthful woman who could singlehandedly fill the sunny house that stood at the edge of Venzone with life. She realized only slowly what her future mother-in-law was saying. She took a sip of her mineral water to hide her expression from the others at the table, but even so, Giancarlo must have noticed that she wasn’t too pleased about this topic. Or his mother’s prophecy.
“Please, Mama. What if it’s a girl? A beautiful baby girl?” Giancarlo asked with a smile, casting a warm glance towards Szilvia, who returned his gaze with a chilly look, barely restraining herself from an outburst of resentment. For God’s
