Lucian followed her gaze. "Oh. That's our father." Of course Lucian who had a clear resemblance to Nikolas also looked like the man. They were twins after all.
Viviana's gaze shifted. The next portrait had a woman. Dark hair, blue eyes like Lucian and beautiful in a way it was almost haunting. She'd seen her before. She was their mother.
The next portrait was of Lucian, then Nikolas, followed by Francesca and after that came Little Lucia.
It was a wall for—-
Footsteps resounded. Viviana shifted her gaze to the wide staircase that was split into two at the center. The railings, polished and spotless.
The woman was coming down, shoes slightly loud against the marble floors, shining enough to catch one's reflection.
