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Prologue-The End
The two cousins sat at the kitchen table, they heard the distinct crack of dissapparation as Milan's husband left for work. Valentina turned to her younger cousin and smiled.
"You are so fortunato. So very lucky. You have a husband who worships you. Who has given you four of the most adorable children seen on this planet." Her English words laced with a think Italian accent.
"Val, you have NO idea." Milan laughed. She gripped her coffee mug and grinned at her cousin. "But that husband of mine will be back any minute now, he forgot the marked homework."
Her words were marked by the apparition crack of a tall gentleman appearing. She stood and sashayed over to him, her hips swayed and she passed him the folder of work. His dark eyes watching her hips as she had moved towards him, his mouth slightly open.
"Thanks Love." He kissed her on the cheek. "Good day ladies." He nodded politely before dissapparating, leaving the two women to sigh.
Valentina grinned. "But we always knew he was a gentleman."
"More so than Chester?"
"Damn straight- guy doesn't know how to do anything with manners."
"So he still isn't making an honorable woman out of you?"
"NO!"
"What would Mama Lena say? Surely she would faint from the shock!" Milan giggled.
"And Poppa Leo would have his head!" Val added.
The two Italian women continued to sip their coffees, giggling, simply waiting for the other half of their little group to roll up. Late. ("As bloody usual" in Milan's opinion.)
"Where are the kids Mil?"
"With Ron and Hermione. Maria says that Aunty Hermione is teaching her how to knit. Who knew that once she'd marry Ron she'd turn into the new and improved motherly Mrs. Weasley?"
They were interrupted by the loud peals of laughter as the door banged open.
"MARCO!"
"Polo." Came the reply from the kitchen.
Two other women came through the door and sunk into two of the remaining seats.
"Hello."
"G'day."
"Shaz, you get browner everyday."
"Beauty of living in sunny 'Straaaaaaaaaaaalia!"
The four women sat around the table, continuing with their Tuesday morning ritual. It had been that way ever since they had met. Every Tuesday they would get together and gossip. Ever since that first Tuesday. The Tuesday morning where Valentina and Milan DaVinci had met Sharon Howard and Judith Lincoln.
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