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Shocked laughter threatened to bubble to the surface and she held it in check. She was not going to allow him to amuse her. “Well, regardless. Come with me.”
She pushed the door open and stepped inside. Her grandmother was sitting in the same seat she had been in when Gabriella had left her. But she seemed different somehow. Not quite so tall. Slightly diminished.
“Grandmother, may I present Mr. Alex Di Sione. He is here to talk to you about The Lost Love.”
“Yes,” her grandmother said, gesturing for them to come deeper into the room. She turned her laser sharp focus onto Alex. “My granddaughter tells me you’re interested in the painting.”
“Yes,” he said, not waiting to be invited to sit. He took his position in a chair opposite her grandmother, his long legs sprawled out in front of him, his forearms resting on the arms of the chair. He looked exceedingly unconcerned with the entire situation. Almost bored. Her grandmother, on the other hand, was tense.
“What is your interest in it?” she asked.
“I am acting on behalf of my grandfather.” Alex looked out one of the floor-to-ceiling windows, at the garden beyond. “He claims the painting has some sentimental value to him.”
“The painting has never been confirmed to exist,” Queen Lucia said.
“I’m well aware. But my grandfather seems to be very confident in its existence. In fact, he claims he once owned it.” His dark focus zeroed in on the queen. “He would like very much to have it back now.”
Silence settled between them. Thick and telling. A fourth presence in the room. Gabriella noticed her grandmother studying Alex’s face. She looked… She looked stricken. As though she was seeing a ghost.
“Your grandfather, you say?” she asked.
“Yes. He is getting on in years and with age has come sentimentality, I’m afraid. He is willing to pay a great deal for this painting.”
“I’m afraid I can’t help you with that,” the queen said.
“And why is that?” he asked, a dangerous note in his voice.
“I don’t have it. I haven’t possessed it for…years.”
“But the painting exists?” Gabriella asked, her heart thundering in her ears.
This was… Under any other circumstances, this would have been incredibly exciting. But Alex Di Sione was here and that just made it feel fraught.
“Yes,” her grandmother said, her voice thinner, more fragile all of a sudden. “It is very real.”
“Why have you never mentioned that before?”
“Because some things are best left buried in the past. Where they can no longer hurt you,” the queen said.
“Do you have any idea where the painting might be now?” Alex asked, obviously unconcerned with her grandmother’s pain.
“Yes, I know exactly where it is. Unfortunately, it’s on Isolo D’Oro. One of the many reasons I have never been able to reclaim it.”
“Where on the island is it?” he asked, his tone uncompromising.
“You wait outside for a moment, young man,” the queen said, her tone regal, leaving no doubt at all that she had ruled a nation for a great many years and expected her each command to be obeyed without question.
And Alex didn’t question it. Strange, since she imagined he wasn’t a man who bowed to many. But at her grandmother’s request, he stood, brushing the creases from his dress pants and nodded his head before he made his way out the door.
“You must go with him to find the painting,” her grandmother said the moment he was out of earshot.
“Why?” Gabriella asked, her heart pounding in her ears.
“I… I should like to see it again. One last time. And because…because just in case, I shouldn’t like for this man to be in possession of it if he is a fraud.”
“I don’t understand,” Gabriella said, trying to process all of the information being given to her. “If he’s a fraud in what way?”
“It isn’t important.”
