It was a dark and stormy night in the heart of New York City. Viana sat alone at the dining table, staring absentmindedly into her plate of cold food. As if on cue, the door creaked open and in walked three identical men - Zavier, Zayn, and Zayden. Viana looked up with a blank expression.
"Good evening," they said in unison, taking their seats at the table.
"What happened to you?" Viana asked coldly. "You don't look like my husband."
Zavier smiled and replied, "It's still me, wife."
Viana shook her head in disbelief and responded angrily, "Stop playing games with me! Who are you really?"
Zayden chimed in smoothly, trying to calm Viana down. "There's no game. It's just that we discovered we have a certain talent for being each other," he said smugly.
Viana looked down again and whispered almost to herself: "I always thought I was losing my mind."
Zayn took Viana's hand tenderly and scooted closer to her. "My love," he said softly. "We do it for your security."
Vivian glanced at each of them. "Why would I need protection? What would I need protection from?" she demanded.
"There are men out there who want us dead." Zavier replied gravely.
"As you know," Zayn continued earnestly as he brushes his hand over hers soothingly." We belong to one of the most influential mafia families in the city."
Vivian was stunned into silence as she began thinking about what this truly meant for her life going forward...