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We walked past the empty sales floor. By the looks of it, Viktor’s call wasn't just to expect us, but to cater solely to us.
“Correct him.”
“BecauseI am a Vitelli, and I don’t bear his name…yet.”
It was simple. I was unwed, and that title came only after we both saidI do. Until then, I was just another sick Vitelli.
Viktor’s hand gently touched my upper back, and he uttered, “I walk in first.”
His tone changed at the sight of the newly opened door, and his easy smile and demeanor shifted to cold and stone-like.
Viktor’s craft wasn’t just reading people, it was transforming into another persona in seconds. A smart and ruthless skill when played by him. He was the chameleon of the family.
I waited a few seconds by the seamless door casing. I was alert with one hand near the edge of my skirt while paying attention to Viktor and my surroundings.
“Aren’t you coming?” he quipped.
My eyes narrowed, and he shrugged.
I suppressed my chuckle and walked into the room. The man who had provided his name as Joseph explained the sections of rings he'd placed on a large glass casing. And while he spoke with no end, I stopped listening after he’d said they were all Lucca’s ring size. I studied the tall ceiling and their structural beams that could sustain its shape and heavy mounted stones. I trailed the lines and angles, playing them in my head until I ran out of walls and molds to look at.
“And on this—”
“Thank you, Joseph, for your time,” I cut him off. “I’ll take it from here.”
He smiled and left with a curt nod.
“What took you so long?” Viktor chimed as the door closed.
I walked closer to the large collection of wedding bands. “Are you telling me you are not interested in the grade, materials, and metal of each one of these?”
“You got jokes, huh?” He glanced over at the casing.
I guess I did.
The selection was too broad, and as I stared at the case filled with diamonds, I avoided choosing one of them. Lucca’s taste was too refined and strict to wear something flashy against his skin.
“The guy mentioned how Lucca preferred privacy, as if he spent many hours here. He must come often.” I leaned my hip over the glass and faced Viktor.
He smiled knowingly.
“If you must know, Katia. No, he doesn’t. I know my brother. If he wanted something, it would be specific, and only a few items would be displayed similar to his request. My bet is, he comes in, takes a look, and walks out.”
“Hmm.”
“But if you are trying to find out what kind ofthingshe buys here.” His brow lifted, and I waited. “It would be a new watch.” He paused and smiled crookedly. “Cufflinks.” His palms waved. “Or custom-made brass knuckles. Nothing delicate, nothingfeminine.”
Good.
With a smile on my lips, I returned to the rings.
My eyes roamed row by row, absorbing all the colors, from gold, silver, black, to gray. The forms and edges of each were unique.
This would be more challenging than finding a dress.
“There are so many options, it’s—”
“Diamonds?”
