“You’ve met my baby?” Sofia asked, her fingers clenching around the envelope she was holding.
Aurora nodded.
“When King Riccardo held me in the palazzo, this woman, Cristina, was bringing me my meals, helped me get ready for dinner… I though she was a maid. If I’d known…”
“You couldn’t have known, sunshine, don’t beat yourself up about it,” Lorenzo tried to reassure her, his hand moving up and down Sofia’s back in a comforting motion.
“Is she alright? Did she look happy to you?” Sofia wondered, biting her lips while waiting for Aurora’s answers.
“Yes, she looked fine to me, happy even. She seemed to be very fond of King Riccardo, so he must be treating her well,” Aurora replied hesitantly. She didn’t want her aunt to get worked up about her daughter being on King Riccardo’s side, but
