Prosecco & Paparazzi (The Passport Series Book 1) by Celia Kennedy Page A
Authors: Celia Kennedy
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harmless weekend of flirting.”
Sitting up in my chair a little taller and pulling a pencil out of my hair, I said with enthusiasm, “Well, now you have my attention! Tell me all about this Liam.”
In short, it turned out that Liam was from Ireland and worked as a graphic designer for some technology company in Dublin. Currently he was in New York on an extended business trip; something having to do with high-end Irish fashion designers in the U.S.
“Are you sure he isn’t gay? He’s good-looking, a graphic designer, and interested in fashion?” I asked, pointing out the salient facts.
“Of course he isn’t gay! He’s researching the stuff, not wearing it.” She laughed. “Why would I fix you up with someone who’s gay? It’d be a waste of both your time! Charlotte, he really is nice, and he would feel less like a third wheel if you came. We could go out on a double date this weekend, then you can decide for yourself if you think Liam’s charms are enough to make you put up with my mother for a whole weekend.”
“For real?” I contemplated the pros and cons for a few seconds. “Oh, all right! Set things up for Saturday, if you can. He’d better be as good-looking as you say he is! I don’t really care if he’s nice. I’m just looking for sex!” I waggled my eyebrows up and down, causing her to laugh.
Before we could continue, the phone rang. In the outer office, I heard Evelle answer in a quiet voice. My phone soon buzzed with the announcement that I had an overseas phone call.
Taylor jumped up from her chair. “You’d better get back to it. I’ll let you know about Saturday.” The door closed softly behind her.
I took a deep breath and picked up the phone. “Charlotte Young speaking,” I said in my most professional voice.
“Darling, it’s Tiziana! How are you? Tell me, do you know yet when you plan to arrive in London?”
I relaxed again into the cozy comfort of my chair and settled in for a long chat with her. “There’s a high probability that I’ll be in London sometime in early August. The planning is going surprisingly well. But since all I’ve done is work, it should be going well. With any luck, I’ll tie up all my loose ends here by the holidays and then live there on a permanent basis.”
She squealed as I filled her in, and we chatted excitedly about my new life. I asked her if she could make it to London for Christmas and New Year’s, letting her know that Marian and Kathleen had tentatively agreed.
“Well, darling, that’s one of the reasons I’m calling. I have some news!” she trilled dramatically.
“Don’t tell me, you and Gianni are getting married at long last!” I guessed, my voice full of delight. I sat upright in my chair.
“I am getting married, but darling, not to Gianni! I’ve met a very delightful man who loves me very much. Gianni is wonderful, but when I met this other person, I just couldn’t stop thinking of him. Once I realized how important he had become to me, I told Gianni. Gianni was disappointed, of course, but he’ll be fine! He’ll meet someone else soon,” she managed to say all this in one long breath.
“What? Who? Tell me!” I sputtered, confused but delighted at the knowledge that my friend was truly happy. All I could hear was the lilting rapid fire of Italian in the background. Due to the time difference, it was the end of the workday in Italy. “Where are you calling me from?”
“I’m calling from the office. Everyone is saying ‘ciao’ before they leave. Charlotte, I know you’re terribly busy at work. But we’re hoping that all our friends can meet together in Saint-Tropez in August, the first week. The wedding itself will be in the afternoon on December 31. You know my mother, she would like it to be in the summer, but we don’t want to wait until next year, and there’s no way we can arrange a wedding in just a few months. Every church in Italy has been reserved for the last year. Besides, what a
Sitting up in my chair a little taller and pulling a pencil out of my hair, I said with enthusiasm, “Well, now you have my attention! Tell me all about this Liam.”
In short, it turned out that Liam was from Ireland and worked as a graphic designer for some technology company in Dublin. Currently he was in New York on an extended business trip; something having to do with high-end Irish fashion designers in the U.S.
“Are you sure he isn’t gay? He’s good-looking, a graphic designer, and interested in fashion?” I asked, pointing out the salient facts.
“Of course he isn’t gay! He’s researching the stuff, not wearing it.” She laughed. “Why would I fix you up with someone who’s gay? It’d be a waste of both your time! Charlotte, he really is nice, and he would feel less like a third wheel if you came. We could go out on a double date this weekend, then you can decide for yourself if you think Liam’s charms are enough to make you put up with my mother for a whole weekend.”
“For real?” I contemplated the pros and cons for a few seconds. “Oh, all right! Set things up for Saturday, if you can. He’d better be as good-looking as you say he is! I don’t really care if he’s nice. I’m just looking for sex!” I waggled my eyebrows up and down, causing her to laugh.
Before we could continue, the phone rang. In the outer office, I heard Evelle answer in a quiet voice. My phone soon buzzed with the announcement that I had an overseas phone call.
Taylor jumped up from her chair. “You’d better get back to it. I’ll let you know about Saturday.” The door closed softly behind her.
I took a deep breath and picked up the phone. “Charlotte Young speaking,” I said in my most professional voice.
“Darling, it’s Tiziana! How are you? Tell me, do you know yet when you plan to arrive in London?”
I relaxed again into the cozy comfort of my chair and settled in for a long chat with her. “There’s a high probability that I’ll be in London sometime in early August. The planning is going surprisingly well. But since all I’ve done is work, it should be going well. With any luck, I’ll tie up all my loose ends here by the holidays and then live there on a permanent basis.”
She squealed as I filled her in, and we chatted excitedly about my new life. I asked her if she could make it to London for Christmas and New Year’s, letting her know that Marian and Kathleen had tentatively agreed.
“Well, darling, that’s one of the reasons I’m calling. I have some news!” she trilled dramatically.
“Don’t tell me, you and Gianni are getting married at long last!” I guessed, my voice full of delight. I sat upright in my chair.
“I am getting married, but darling, not to Gianni! I’ve met a very delightful man who loves me very much. Gianni is wonderful, but when I met this other person, I just couldn’t stop thinking of him. Once I realized how important he had become to me, I told Gianni. Gianni was disappointed, of course, but he’ll be fine! He’ll meet someone else soon,” she managed to say all this in one long breath.
“What? Who? Tell me!” I sputtered, confused but delighted at the knowledge that my friend was truly happy. All I could hear was the lilting rapid fire of Italian in the background. Due to the time difference, it was the end of the workday in Italy. “Where are you calling me from?”
“I’m calling from the office. Everyone is saying ‘ciao’ before they leave. Charlotte, I know you’re terribly busy at work. But we’re hoping that all our friends can meet together in Saint-Tropez in August, the first week. The wedding itself will be in the afternoon on December 31. You know my mother, she would like it to be in the summer, but we don’t want to wait until next year, and there’s no way we can arrange a wedding in just a few months. Every church in Italy has been reserved for the last year. Besides, what a
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