All Chapters of The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

“I haven’t taken a vacation in almost ten years. I’d say I’m overdue,” Julius replied. “Besides, dad wants to break into the European market. Someone needs to be there to make it happen.” “You’d really just leave everything behind? Move to a new country where you don’t know anyone?” His embrace tightened, and he kissed her again, “All I need is you and the kids. Nothing else matters.” “Julius.” Macey shifted to look at him. He smiled at her conflicted expression, saying, “Just say the word. Whether we live here or in Paris or split our time between both, it doesn’t matter to me as long as we are together.” She wanted to say something, but she didn’t know how. Instead, she remained silent, cuddling against him. He held her, content to have her in his arms, for now. Eventually, she knew he would want an answer, but she didn’t know what the right one was. Was it really as simple as he made it seem?* * *

Cars had been lining up for hours, dropping off their passengers before pulling away. For tonight only, the gallery had valets to park cars in a nearby lot reserved by the host for his guests. Part of the gallery had been taken over by long tables for the caterers to display a wide variety of hors d’oeuvres. There was also a wet bar to mix and serve drinks according to the tastes of the guests in addition, to servers offering trays of champagne. Normally, Augustus preferred to arrive late. Tonight he came early, much to the Curator’s surprise, so he could view the new installation of M. Gray’s work before the crowd. He paid no mind to the servers as they made last-minute preparations and instead focused on the new series. Entitled A New Perspective, the series was more playful than previous ones. All ten were in full color and each featured a different insect, from a praying mantis to a jumping spider to a honey bee to a dragonfly. Each extreme close-

Macey ducked into the bathroom, avoiding the two stalls, she went straight to the sink. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. What was wrong with her? After six years, she should be smarter. But the moment his arms were around her, it was like time stood still. As much as she tried to deny it, she still loved him, still wanted him. And it seemed like he wanted her too. Was she getting her hopes up? She couldn’t shake the fear it would eventually fall apart. The door opened, but she paid no mind to the newcomer. Macey gave herself a final glance before turning to see a blonde in a short, black dress that was mostly lace and left very little to the imagination. She struggled to keep her expression neutral. Other women had enough confidence to wear such provocative clothes, but Macey wasn’t one of them. Vicki was, but even she had limits, saying there was a difference between sexy and trashy. Macey was pretty certain Vicki would put this dress into the lat

Victoria stared at the strange woman who suddenly accosted her. She had been surprised when the invitation for M. Gray’s latest show arrived coupled with the grand opening of a new gallery devoted to Gray’s art. It was an unexpected move, but Victoria never missed a new exhibit and rearranged her schedule to make it possible to attend. The last thing she expected was to be recognized as she had never attended an event in America before. Frankly, she found Americans overbearing and self-absorbed and the blonde in front of her was the perfect example. Tonight was meant to be a black tie affair and the blonde was practically wearing lingerie. Without so much as an apology, she had barged into a private conversation she and Paul were having with a new acquaintance. Now, she was practically demanding Victoria make her a one of a kind wedding gown. Was she serious? Paul raised an eyebrow at the shameless tramp, gripping Victoria’s hand like a long-lost frie

“Guilty as charged,” Macey shook his hand. “It’s nice to meet you. Just call me Macey, please.” “Very nice to meet you, Macey,” Franklin smiled. He was surprised when he received an invitation to the gallery’s opening. Though he always made a point of supporting the arts, the grand opening was an exclusive event and not many invitations had been sent out. Several of his friends were jealous when they heard about his luck and offered to buy the ticket from him. Franklin wasn’t certain why he had received the invitation, but refused all offers to take it off his hands. He had always admired M. Gray’s work, but he never thought he’d get the opportunity to speak to the artist who was known for being difficult to meet. He certainly wasn’t prepared for her to be a gorgeous and friendly redhead. “Can I ask you a question about your latest series?” “Of course. Fire away.” “Well, I know you work in color and in blac