Trista’s POV“I believe in you.”He said it so matter of factly, so off-handidly. It was blunt. Blunt and honest. This had nothing to do with his feelings for me. He really thought I had talent. I could tell by the tone of his voice.I didn’t know what to say.“Look, I have something to confess,” he smiled. “I saw some of your sketches. You left them behind when you left the pack.”Left? That wasn’t the word I would use. I was exiled. But I didn’t interrupt. I let him keep going.“I didn’t mean to invade your privacy or anything,” he explained. “But I couldn’t help it. There were a couple sketchbooks full of designs and drawings. Trista, I knew as soon as I saw them that you are really, REALLY talented.”A thought hit me then.OMG!My drawings? In a sketchbook? That I’d left behind? My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I remembered some of those drawings.There were sketches of Liam in there! Drawings I’d done right after we got married. Portraits. Intimate ones.I slunk down into m
Liam’s POVHe was cute, the little boy. Huge grin, brown, tousled hair.So that was Trista’s son?I didn’t get a good look at him, though. Trista whispered something to the boy and then pushed him back through the door. She and Hazel side-eyed each other. If I didn’t know better, I’d say Trista seemed a bit nervous.A bit stressed, even.Maybe she was afraid I wouldn’t like the kid?That was silly though. I loved kids.“He’s a handsome young lad,” I commented. “What’s his name?”Trista completely ignored my question though. Instead she said, in a rushed ramble:“They were supposed to be out for the afternoon but they came home early. I’m sure they’ve completely destroyed the apartment. Isn’t that right, Hazel?”Hazel nodded quickly. “Yes. They’re little terrors! Naughty naughty naughty!”They both laughed, an awkward, forced, high-pitch laugh.I narrowed my eyes.They were acting strange, these two. But why?“That’s okay. I know what kids are like. I don’t mind a mess.” I went to push
Liam’s POV“Yes,” I said. “Then I want you to go directly to my safe. Take all the gemstones, Jules. Package them up carefully, and YOU, send them to me here, in Milan.”“ALL of them?!” Jules was shocked. His yelling made my eardrums hurt a bit. “But that’s your mother’s private collection, Mr. Stonewood. She spent years collecting those gems from auctions all over the world! I thought she wanted to use them for the next Luna’s Crown!”“Nevermind any of that,” I snapped. This was none of his business. “Just do as I say and package them up. I expect them to be here by tomorrow morning.”Trista had less than three days until they closed entries to the competition. That wasn’t much time.Jules agreed to both my requests and we hung up.I felt a little disoriented after the phone call. It wasn’t like me to make such quick, brash decisions. I was acting strangely and I knew it. My behavior was unusual. Was it guilt driving me to behave this way?I’d always considered myself a no-nonsense s
Trista’ POV“Billy,” I said, grabbing him by the shoulders and kneeling down to eye level. “What were you doing, coming all the way down here like this on your own?”We were safely inside the building now, out of Liam’s sight. But my heart was hammering in my chest. Liam wasn’t supposed to see Billy! What if he got suspicious? Recognized him as his son?“I told you,” Billy said in a small voice. “I heard you and I snucked out.”“It’s snuck out, not snucked. And you can’t do that, Billy,” I said.“It’s okay, Trista,” Hazel said, tossing me a reassuring look. I stood up. “He didn’t recognize him,” she whispered. “And he was too far away for Liam to pick up his scent.” I nodded.Hazel was probably right. But I was still worried. Billy was the spitting image of Liam. It wouldn’t be hard for Liam to put two and two together. “Who was that man?” Billy asked, cocking his head to the side.“Oh, just a friend of Aunty Hazel’s,” I told Billy.This sucked. I hated lying to Billy. I hated
Trista’s POV“Pasta?” I asked, leaving the window and heading to the cupboard. “How’s that for dinner?”Hazel knew I was changing the subject. But she didn’t prod any further. “Pasta sounds perfect. We ARE in Italy, after all.I set some water on the stove to boil.“So,” Hazel said, also leaving the window. “Three days to prepare your entry for the competition? Is that enough time, Tris?”I sighed. “I sure hope so,” I said. But deep down, I honestly didn’t know. I had yet to see the raw materials that Liam was giving me. I had no idea what sort of shape they were in. And they needed to be delivered all the way here, to Milan. What if they were held up for some reason.Three days was really tight. And it was a lot of pressure, since both Liam and Hazel had done a lot for me already. If I didn’t make the deadline, all their efforts would be in vain.That was the last thing I wanted.Just then, I had an idea.“Hazel, where’s the wedding gift I gave you?”“It’s damaged, remember? That a
Trista’s POVI woke up bright and early the next morning. The sun was streaming through my window. Hazel and I were planning to go and check out the studio first thing that day since I hadn’t been there in a while. I sauntered out of the bedroom and yawned. Hazel was already flipping pancakes for the kids.“Coffee?” she asked, handing me a steaming mug of cappuccino before I even answered. I smiled gratefully. But we were both surprised to hear a knock on the door.“Who could that be this early in the morning?” I asked as I went to answer the door.“Beats me,” Hazel shrugged.I opened the door to find Jules – a very disheveled and tired Jules holding a small safe.“Trista?” he asked. I wrapped my housecoat tightly around me. “I’m not sure if I have the right address.” He was clearly perplexed. Liam had tasked Jules with delivering the precious gemstones in person but Jules hadn’t expected I’d be the recipient.“You’re in the right place,” I smiled brightly. Poor Jules. There were dark
Trista’s POVI walked into the studio, a genuine smile on my face. It had been so long since I’d been here. I was instantly flooded with memories. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed it!I planned to hole up here, in the studio for the next three days. Between Hazel and the next door neighbor, Billy and Belle were taken care of. I must admit, though, when I said good-bye to Billy and Belle, I thought they would cry. They used to throw a fit whenever I went away. But instead, they both kissed me on the cheek and said, “good luck, Mamma.” I had to blink back a tear; they’ve grown up so much and I was so, so proud of them.“Wowza,” Hazel said, setting down my luggage. “This place is gorgeous! Where should I put this?” She motioned to a box full of food. Hazel had insisted on bringing everything edible from the house to the studio. “You know I can’t cook,” she said. “Besides, I’m looking forward to taking Billy and Belle to as many restaurants as we can possibly squeeze in while your gon
Trista’s POVThree days later…“Trista! Hello!” Someone was pounding on my door. I was groggy, though, barely awake. My body was sore. Where was I? I looked around. Oh, I’d passed out on the small sofa couch. I was still in the studio. I yawned. What time was it? What day…The competition! I bolted upright.Today was the last day to submit entries! But I…Then I remembered. I’d finished the piece last night. Or early, early this morning, I should say. Sometime around 3:00 am.“If you don’t answer me, I’m knocking down the door.”It was Hazel. I picked up my phone. 15 unread messages.Whoops.I’d been checking in with Hazel diligently and talking to Billy and Belle everyday. But last night? Well, the pressure was really on so I put my phone on mute. Hazel had been calling me all night and I’d ignored her.So now, she was here, pounding on my door, afraid that something had happened to me.“I’m okay,” I said, rushing to the door. I opened it.Hazel was standing, her hands on her hips