Page 87 of Ice To Meet You

“Yes, that. It wasn’t what it looked like, and I want you to know I’ve taken steps to ensure nothing like this happens again.”

“I’m glad to hear it. But you understand I can’t be seen to make an investment in anyone quite so … exposed.”

Despite the plunge in my gut, I tightened my brows. Was he trying to make a sick joke?

“I’m sure you understand,” he continued. “I saw Gio Romano leave. Like him, I have my reputation to consider.”

I blinked rapidly. It was pointless to suggest that Matteo might get him to come back. “But I’ve had investment papers drawn up for you to look at.”

My voice wobbled, and Luc stepped forward. “Monsieur Rossi, I think you’ll find none of this evening’s events were Esme’s fault. She is an incredible woman. Even after tonight, I have no hesitation putting my next exhibition in her hands.”

Alessandro’s brows rose.

“Perhaps you might reconsider,” Luc said.

Despite the most charming smile I’d ever seen my best friend muster, Alessandro shook his head slowly. Marianne fidgeted at his side, avoiding looking at me. “I’m sorry, but right now, I’m not ready to make a commitment in yourRoman Holiday.”

He emphasised the words like he found the idea of my new gallery amusing. “We’ll talk in a few months when the dust around this evening has settled.”

As they walked away, hot tears pricked my eyes. Without the Rossi’s or Gio’s backing, there’d be noRoman Holiday—no new gallery, and no chance to carve my own path.

I sniffed, smoothing my hands over my dress and straightening my back. As the Rossis disappeared through the door, I let out a slow breath, willing the sting of the last thirty minutes to fade.

Luc squeezed my shoulder. “I’m sorry. I think we should go, too. I’m sure you have a lot to sort out.”

Iris gave my hand a quick, comforting press. “Unless you’d like us to stay?”

They both had dark circles under their eyes. “No, it’s fine. I’ll be okay. I have help.” I waved my arm around the gallery to back up my lie. The only other person left in the building was the bartender. He already had his jacket on and was heading to the door.

“Well, if you’re sure,” Iris said. “I hope you can get some rest. We’ll call tomorrow.”

I nodded, forcing a smile, watching as they stepped into the night. Would I rest? That remained to be seen. After this disaster, sleep might come, but peace was another matter entirely.

30

ESMÉ

Returning the last of the clean glasses to the storeroom, I scanned the dim interior. Only yesterday, Matteo had taken me to the moon and back between these shelves. Had whispered, “mia bella,” against my ear, and stopped at nothing to please me.

I let out a long sigh. I could smell his cologne in the air. He’d only gone after Gio an hour ago, but I missed him already.

With one last glance at my phone, I closed the door and walked into the gallery. Where was he? Even if he hadn’t found Gio, a call or message would slow my racing heart. If hehadfound his grandfather, he could put me out of my misery. Tell me whether I could start making plans for Rome or rethink my options.

Passing my desk, I walked towards the door to lock up. But as I reached to turn the latch, the little bell above tinkled and Matteo walked in with Claudette in his arms.

He stopped when he saw me, his eyes softening. “I found this one outside,” he said, running a hand over Claudette’s head. “She probably waited for people to leave.”

I shook my head. “She needn't have worried. We took care of that nicely on her behalf.”

Matteo popped Claudette on the floor, then pulled me into his arms. His steady heartbeat soothed mine, and I circled my hands around his waist.

“Did you find your grandfather?” I almost dared not ask, but so much rode on Gio’s position that the words slipped out.

He took a deep breath, resting his lips against the hair at the top of my head. “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t find him. He wasn’t answering my calls. Even his hotel had him listed as do not disturb for the rest of the night.”

My heart shrivelled in my chest, and I swept my eyes over the empty gallery. “What a disaster.”

“I know,” he murmured. “But on the bright side, we don’t have to hide anymore.”

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