They then made a video call to Winston's wife. The call connected after two rings.
A woman's face appeared on the screen with elegant, silver-hair and laugh lines around her eyes that spoke of a life well-lived.
"Winston, I'm in the middle of—" She stopped. Her eyes went wide. "Is that...Is that..."
"Hello, Iris." Luca said, giving a small wave. "It's been a while!"
"LUCAAAA!!!!"
An explosion of shock went through Iris's Iris.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! I-I MUST BE DREAMING! AND YOU...YOU LUCA, YOU HAVEN'T AGED A DAY!"
She had the same reaction as her husband.
"I've developed wrinkles and look like a prune—and you're standing there looking exactly like you did thirty years ago! This is completely unfair! Is it a special cream?! A diet?! TELL ME EVERYTHING!"
Luca laughed. "Good genes, I suppose."
"Good genes?! That's all you're going to give me?! After thirty years?!"
