Phenelopie chuckled, placing her teacup down with a soft clink. "That sounds like something out of a novel."
Fransesca massaged her temples. "Tell me about it. I nearly fainted when I saw her. Identical to Lithia. Same face, same voice, same… everything."
Garcinia blinked. "So he really—?"
"Yes," Fransesca said flatly. "They're both living with him now."
Eridith leaned forward, eyes gleaming with interest. "And you allowed that?"
"I'm not thrilled," Fransesca admitted, "but Harny did say it was a promise Lithia made when she was a child. To share her husband with her mother someday."
Garcinia raised her brows. "That's… new."
"Welcome to the Armand family," Fransesca muttered, sipping her tea with a tired expression.
Eridith smiled while patting her round belly. "Well, at least you can't blame the boy for lacking charm."
Fransesca sighed again. "No, I blame their father. That charm didn't come from me."