The night at the Castro mansion had a special glow. Crystal chandeliers reflected golden light across the walls of the grand hall, impeccably arranged tables displayed white and gold flower arrangements, and musicians discreetly tuned their instruments for a soft concert during dinner.
Frederick had ordered that nothing be lacking in this celebration. "I want the world to know that Lucas and Helena are our family's greatest pride," he had said, with the firmness of a man who, for the first time in years, set aside his rigidity and gave himself over to happiness. It was a new era in his life.
In the center of the hall, a space was specially prepared: two delicately decorated cribs, where the twins rested, surrounded by the tender gazes of all who approached.
