The car slowed as it made a right turn. They wound their way along the long palace drive with its colorful foliage and the shadows of the palm trees. The last time she’d been driven up this driveway, it had been under the guise of moonlight. Today the sunshine was bright and cheery. This time it felt so different. Good in some ways. But then she glanced to her right, noticing the empty seat next to her. And not so good in other ways.
When the enormity of the palace came into view, the breath caught in her throat. Sure, she’d seen pictures of it all her life, but with it being tucked back in away from public view, she’d never had an opportunity to view it in the daylight. It was so impressive—reminding her once again that Demetrius didn’t come from the same world as her.
She sat up straighter, taking in the palace’s warm tan, coral and turquoise tones. The place was simply stunning. The palace’s subtle curves and colorful turrets reflected an island flair that was Mirraccino. Sure the island nation had evolved with technology and such, but they also kept with traditions as much as possible. And she loved that Demetrius wanted that Old World feel for the mansion.
To her utter surprise, the car rolled to a stop at the front entrance. An enormous wooden door with brass fixtures swung open. An older gentleman in a black-and-white tux strode toward the car. She was so struck by this surreal moment as he opened the door for her that she failed to move. She’d never expected to be welcomed back here after things had ended badly between her and Demetrius. And though they weren’t rolling out the red carpet for her, this was more than she’d ever imagined.
The butler stood aside. “Welcome, Miss Sarris.”
Coming to her senses, she stood. “You were expecting me?”
The man nodded. “Prince Demetrius asked that you be escorted to the suite of offices reserved for the South Shore project. He said to tell you that he has been delayed, but he will catch up with you shortly.”
She tried to ignore the disappointment that consumed her. It wasn’t like Demetrius had invited her to the palace to relive the good old days. No, this was business, pure and simple. Then again, nothing was simple when it came to her ex—nothing at all.
She was guided inside where her heels clicked on the marble floor of the spacious entryway. The sound reverberated off the ornate walls and high ceiling. There were a couple of ladders and a tall pencil Christmas tree. Boxes of decorations littered the floor. It appeared she and her mother weren’t the only ones to decorate early.
Zoe would have loved a bit of time to look around, but she was briskly ushered away—down a long hallway, around a corner and down a flight of steps. They turned another corner where the palace sprang to life in a flurry of activity. There were people holding electronic tablets, caffè cups and papers, hustling through the hallway. Everyone smiled and greeted her. They were definitely a very friendly bunch.
A smile tugged at Zoe’s lips. Maybe this working arrangement wouldn’t be so bad, after all. Especially if Demetrius was off attending to his princely duties. In that moment, she realized she’d been worried about nothing. As busy as this place was, she doubted she’d see Demetrius much at all.
“You’ll be working in here.” The butler stood aside to let her enter.
“Grazie.”
“You are welcome, ma’am. I’m sure someone will be along to answer any questions you might have. Do you need anything before I go?”
She shook her head. “No.”
“Very well, ma’am.”
Alone in the room, she glanced around impressed by the enormity of it. The walls were painted a warm cream white. Detailed crown molding framed the ornate ceiling with a crystal chandelier. This was all for her?
She’d never been in an office so steeped in history. She glanced at one of the garden paintings on the wall. She’d bet it was older than her and worth far more than she earned in an entire year.
“You must be Zoe,” came a young female voice.
Zoe spun around to find a pretty blonde standing in the doorway, wearing a friendly smile. “Hi. That’s me. Did you ever see an office like this? It’s amazing.”
“I guess so if you like old stuff.”
Old stuff? Try antiques. Heirlooms. Rare treasures. “Are you part of the palace staff?”
The young woman shook her head and her bobbed hair swished around her chin. “I was hired to work on the South Shore project.” She stepped farther into the room. “My name’s Annabelle.”
“Nice to meet you. Looks like we’ll be working together.”