waved her hand in a regal manner. ‘Well, it is all for the good. I came to say I would read Sofia her story and put her to bed tonight, so you go and relax in the salon.’
Ruby shook her head. More sitting around with nothing to do—the last thing she needed. ‘It’s my job, Fina—’
Fina stopped her with an imperious eyebrow lift. ‘But I wish to. So...off you go.’ And she dismissed Ruby with a gracious smile.
There wasn’t much Ruby could say to that, so she sloped off in the direction of the salon to do as she was told. The setting sun was streaming in through the windows when she entered the room, almost blinding her, and at first she didn’t see the dark shape by the window, but after a moment or two the dark smudge morphed into something more solid.
Ruby’s mouth dropped open. ‘B-but I thought you were going back to London!’
Max turned round. He was silhouetted against the ornate arches, and she couldn’t see his face, let alone read his features.
‘So did I.’
She shook her head. ‘What changed?’
‘Nothing...and everything.’
He stepped forward out of the light and Ruby could see he wasn’t wearing his suit, just dark casual trousers and a light sweater. Her heart began to beat faster.
‘But this afternoon, when I carried on using the ideas from your doodle and incorporating a pared-down Venetian style into my plans for the institute, I realised I need to be here, not in London. I need to get my inspiration from the source, not just inaccurate and misleading memories. I’ve spent all afternoon wandering around looking at buildings I’ve known all my life and seeing them with completely fresh eyes.’ He shook his head.
Ruby glanced over her shoulder towards the corridor, and Sofia’s bedroom. She could just about hear the warm tones of Fina’s voice as she read her granddaughter a fairy story. ‘There’s something to be said for stripping the preconceptions and prejudices of the past away and looking at things with fresh eyes.’
‘Did my mother put you up to saying that?’
She turned back, expecting him to be scowling, but his face was almost neutral, save for the barest hint of a smile.
One corner of Ruby’s mouth lifted. ‘No. I think I’m quite capable of irritating you without outside help.’
Max laughed, and it made something rise like a balloon inside Ruby and bump against the ceiling of her ribs.
He walked towards the door in the path of a long, golden shadow. ‘Come on,’ he said.
Ruby frowned, but she turned to follow anyway. ‘Where?’
He stopped and looked back at her. ‘You missed seeing Venice at sunset last night because I had an attack of stupid. It’s only right I should make it up to you tonight.’
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