96. Marianna de Leyva

Virginia Maria walked lightly along a forested path surrounded by tall trees. Beside her, Giovanni Paolo Osio held her hand gently, while their young daughter, Alma Francesca Margherita, walked in the middle, holding both their hands. The air was cool, and the chirping of birds provided a tranquil rhythm to their journey. 

"Mama, tell me again about where you used to live," Alma asked, her bright eyes sparkling with curiosity. The little girl, with her black hair cascading over her shoulders, looked eager to hear more.

Virginia chuckled softly, her voice warm and comforting. "That place? Ah, Alma, I used to live in a school for girls run by nuns. Everything was strictly regulated, and no one could escape their watchful eyes. Even laughing too loudly could be considered breaking the rules." 

Giovanni smiled nostalgically as he glanced at Virginia. "But despite all those rules, you still managed to sneak out to see me, didn't you?" he said with a playful wink.