It's dinner time, and I'm sitting at the table with my whole family. Father and Antonio joined in, finally, and they're asking me questions about everything. Their interrogation becomes quite insistent when it gets to how Ignis treats me. They want to be sure I'm safe, comfortable, and taken care of.
They also insist that Lars resembles me and that we'll be even more similar when he grows up. I don't mind my son being just like Ignis, though. Moreover, with his grey eyes, he'll steal hearts. I haven't known very well how pretty they could be until I've seen them on someone else. To me, they looked pretty ordinary in the mirror.
When Marius reaches us, it's late. He sits next to our mother, and she smiles at him with her usual calm. They must have met before if he's not jumping on Antonio right away.
«How are you?» mother asks.
«I'm doing well,» he replies, filling his plate and eating two portions of meat at once.
