Page 131 of Corrado

Chris grinned. “And each one of us has a different experience about it. My mother is also a twin.”

“Really?”

“Identical, too. Her twin died when she was … well, probably about your age.”

Ginevra’s smile slipped away. “That must have been terrible.”

“She doesn’t talk about it, so I assume so. Lea, that was her name.” Chris turned his gaze on her, and grinned, saying, “But I’m not supposed to be making you sad, right? And I think my mother would like to sit with you for a few more minutes. You know, without Corrado stepping in on every question or deflecting.”

“He’s so moody.”

Part of her liked that, though.

The other part squinted at him a lot.

It was a work in progress.

“Mmm,” Chris agreed, “and I bet he’s worse right now, too. He usually is when he doesn’t have his extension around to keep him entertained.”

“What?”

Ginevra peered up at Chris, but he didn’t answer her question. She didn’t exactly have time to press him for more, either. Cara caught sight of them coming her way, and with a wide smile, she waved them over.

“Be good,” she heard Cara tell the younger pair of twins. Although, they didn’t look any older or younger than Ginevra, to be honest. It was only once Chris had pulled up a chair for Ginevra to take, and sit beside Cara, that the older woman passed a look to the men on the other side of her. “Ginevra, you didn’t get to meet these two properly earlier—Benedetto, and Benito, or Bene, and Beni, as they prefer.”

The young men grinned, playful and mischievous. Their gazes drifted to each other, before coming back to her just as fast. Like actual mirrors of themselves, it was almost comical. Instantly, Ginevra knew two things about the twins. One, they were probably a hell of a lot of fun to be around. And two, she bet they were absolutely trouble.

They just had that air about them.

“Why do the nicknames sound a bit different from how their full names are said?” Ginevra asked.

Cara laughed. “You ask strange questions, don’t you?”

Ginevra shrugged. “Corrado says I surprise him with them. I think he likes it.”

“He always did like different things,” Bene said.

“Careful,” Chris murmured, his gaze cutting to the twin on the right. “Be very careful there.”

“I didn’t mean it like a bad thing, I was just saying—”

“Shut up,” Beni told his twin.

“Fine.”

Cara, still looking at Ginevra as though the conversation beside them hadn’t just happened, smiled a bit. “My husband is French and Italian. Their full names are obviously the Italian side, but the nicknames … we’ve always said them more with a French flair. That’s all.”

“I like that,” Ginevra replied. “It’s interesting. Unique.”

“It’s about the only thing that sets them apart from one another.”

Cara wasn’t exactly lying. Passing the twins a second look was like staring into a reflection of them—they sat side by side, their hands in the same position on their laps, their suits matching down to the cufflinks on their wrists, and even their smiles crooked up at the edges on the same side.

They didn’t seem aware Ginevra was watching them, since they were too busy staring at something on the other side of the room, but it was … fascinating. She wondered if they purposely behaved like mirrors of the other, or if this was just something they did from the time they were born.

Twins were like that, right?

Except, Corrado and Chris weren’t. Ginevra had noticed that about the men from the first night she saw them standing next to one another. Finding their differences had been easy to her, but this was not the same. At all.