“No, it’s not.” I open the door for her. “We really are getting married.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“If we’re going to convince him I spotted you from across the room in my winery, we’ll just have to make that a reality.”
It wasn’t what I had planned for tonight. Drinks at The Olive, then dinner on the roof of Capelli. The clientele there is known for spreading gossip like wildfire during a drought. Word would get to Lorenzo, who is currently in Madrid scouting his next sex trafficking headquarters.
Once word leaks that his daughter has been found, he’ll be on his jet and attempting to force his way onto my property. By then it will be too late. Gia will be mine.
And everything she owns, including the majority of the shares of Parisi wines and access to the estate, will be mine as well.
Stage One will be complete.