Martina
The elegant lady, who is very beautiful with blonde hair, and the gentleman with very blonde hair and dark green eyes, seem to be Vincent's parents.
We are all silent; they look at us, and we look at them. I don't know what to do. Outside, you can hear the laughter and conversations of the people by the pool, and the music is also audible.
I don't know what to say or if Vincent has already talked to them.
The lady looks curiously at the nanny, then at me, and then her eyes settle on my children.
She approaches and caresses Matty's little hand, who is in my arms.
"Emmanuel… darling, these babies are exactly identical to our children when they were babies," she states, detailing my baby's face and caressing his cheek.
"They are like two peas in a pod, my dear Marie," the gent
