The Billionaire’s Twins Play Matchmaker – Chapter 27
Katherine was still riding high as she snagged another flute of champagne. Now she just had to wait for the fireworks to start. Soon that woman would burst out and make a big scene before running away. Then Katherine could swoop in to comfort a devastated Julius. Finally everything would be back on track. With all the press gathered tonight it was guaranteed they would end up on the front page of the gossip columns just in time for their wedding announcement.
As she wandered through the crowd waiting for the show to start a small group caught her eye. A trio of visitors, two men and a woman, stood in front of a photograph of an ant cleaning its antennae discussing the new series quite seriously considering the subject matter.
“Don’t you think this a huge departure for M. Gray?” the tall, African-American man in a finely tailored suit asked.
e couldn’t place said.
o knew each other but they maintained their little conclave, sipping champagne and enjoying the atmosphere.
? Most people find them creepy and wouldn’t want to be t
ther man said. “This series is entitled A New Pe
argued back and forth. Her long, raven-black hair was straight and unadorned flipped over one shoulder. She wore a regal, silver gown with a plunging V-neckline with only thin straps over her shoulders. It was backless though she had a
nch accent, “If you want to know the reason all we have to do is ask.”
ly fell in love with one of your dresses! I would love for you to design my wedding dress!”
* * *
It was an unexpected move but Victoria never missed a new exhibit and rearranged her schedule to make it possible to attend.
ding Victoria make her a one of a kind wedding gown. Was she serious?
fore so it was safe to say Victoria didn’t know this woman either.
?” Victoria finally aske
dding is in six months and if I had a one of a kind dr
don’t take special orders. I’m afraid
ic expression faded, “Oh, but you have to! I came here to ask M. Gray to be my photographer. It’s the perfect opportunity for both of you.”
tions.
here. I am a trend setter after all.”
man usually are?”
leged.
’t talking to you,” Katherine glared at the men. “This is a private conversat
ictoria already answered your question.”
o them.
s clamored around her.
seeing their mother’s best friend, their godmother and adopted aunt. Aside from their family they hadn’t seen any familiar
n that suit!”
inned clearly pleased.
’ve been looking for her.”
“You want to say hi?”
se! Allons-y.”
llow. They were still several steps away when Aria eagerly announced, “Mommy! Look who we found!”
ediately smiled, “Vicki!”
Macey mimicked the familiar gesture.
you’d make it.”
ve I ever missed any of your shows?”
er missed a show featuring her work. Likewise Macey attended fashion shows whenever Vicki launched a new line. Still coming all the way to America was no simple feat.
ing to miss this for the
kay.
clusive on my new line.”
stic!”
all about mood, the ambience. I need a photographer who knows how to capture that. I know the great M. Gray doesn’t do commissions but…I’ll beg if you want me to!”
o commissions, but a favor for a friend is completely different. Of course I’ll be your photographer just tell me when and where. I’ll tell Dillon to keep my schedule open.”
breathed a sigh of relief. “Vous êtes mon sauveur!”
dramatic reaction, “Really, why are French so dramatic!”
from Victoria to Macey. “You are M. Gray?”
ght,” Macey said with a sig
?”
raduated together if someone didn’t have to take remedial French.”
r?”
. “She recognized me and demanded I drop all
de back to Katherine raising a brow.
d for her answer. Her eyes finally fell on Julius who glared at her, challenging her to say what was on her mind. Katherine’s attention flitted to Macey’s wai
.
he is aware lingerie should be worn under her clothes, right?”
ne to talk,” M
ee how it is. All right, fine. You can think us French are dramatic, pretentious egotists if you want. We still think you Americans are self-absorbed, entitled prudes. Fair is fair.”
ture so obsessed with s*x and sexuality but are also completely uncomfortable in your own skin
e and already regretted speaking up.
you were naked?”
ckled. Aloud he said, “I don’t think…”
ria admonished. “There is nothing s****l about what I said. We’re just talking about being without clothing. What about you, Macey?”
“And does it count more or less if I wasn’t alone?”
a raised an eyebrow as she slowly smiled, “Oh, I wa
cheeks. March’s gaze widened in surprise. Julius hadn’t taken a bath since he was five. That was very interesting development.
nd Macey’s attention shifted. She gasped, “Oh my god! Paul! I’m so sorry
to do it!” Aria
, you do it
Uncle March and Aunt Rose and our cousin Jude. And you already know Grandpa Gus.”
Victoria.”
r they were familiar with each other though it was difficult to ascertain whether they were friendly or hostile. At the very least there was mutual respect.
d proudly as she and Caden clutched him possessively.
ment of surprise flashed across Victoria’s expression before her gaze narrowed to study him. His resemblance to the children and Augustus were not lost on her and she carefully gauged the proximity he maintained with Macey as well as where he kept his hand on her
Julius,” she said after
me?”
rst advice I gave her. You do remember, yes? Montrez-moi un homme qui a fait une erreur et je vous en montrerai un qui a besoin d’une deuxiéme chance. Mais ne lui donnez jamais une troisiéme chance.”
cey chuckled, “Show me a man who has made a mistake and I’ll show you one who needs a second chance. But never
ed sagely looking
is a sculptor. He specializes in, I guess you would call it, environmental sculpture. He likes to use natural materials and place his sculptures in n
y as cha
ice to meet you…Macey,” Franklin smi
im.
a gorgeous and friendly redhead.
tion about your latest
e. Fire away.”
your usual style. Is there meaning behind that?”
everything for them is new and magical. I wanted to capture that sense of wonder. Make us see the world like kids do, like we used to. You’ll have to tell me how I did; after all, what the artist does is only half of what art is.”