After giving the staff instructions about lunch, Aurora notices her husband leaning against the veranda, watching her in silence. His eyes follow her with unusual attentiveness.

She walks over and raises an eyebrow.

“What is it now, love? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing,” he replies, looking away. “I'm just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

“That Saulo must be very happy right now.”

“Oh, definitely,” she agrees. “I don't think he ever imagined a surprise like this.”

“Probably not