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herself by watching news updates about the wedding everyone was talking about.
Kate was the mystery woman who had flown under the radar and had taken everyone by surprise. She was a genealogist who worked at a large London library apparently and they had met Isaak through his late uncle.
It was a fairy-tale, the reporter said, as Kate and Isaak left the Russian Orthodox church as husband and wife.
Oh, anything involving the Zaretsky brothers was so far from a fairy-tale, Milly thought. She looked at Kate, saw the strain behind her smile and wondered what was really going on.
Work was quiet and thankfully, there was no Roman to worry about, given that he was at the wedding.
“You still haven’t requested morning shifts,” Simon pointed out as Milly poured some drinks in the kitchenette. “I’ll be doing the rosters for next month soon, so you need to put your availabilities in.”
“I shall,” Milly said.
Rehearsals had already started. The production would run for eight weeks, which meant matinee and evening performances. Working at the hotel in the mornings on top of everything else would be exhausting. Milly really wanted to immerse herself in the role and was hoping that it might lead to other things, but she didn’t have the confidence to quit her regular job.
Milly took the drinks out and smiled to the guests, and, with everyone happy, she went to the desk at the front and took out the diary and tried to work out her shift requests.
Perhaps she could request to work a double shift on a Sunday, Milly thought. On the day there was no production and then . . .
She glanced up as the door opened and there was Roman. He always looked amazing, but tonight he literally took her breath away—he was dressed in a dark grey suit and wore a silver-grey tie and he was clean shaven.
“Good evening, Roman,” Milly said and stood, he didn’t return her greeting and she followed him over to his regular table.
“May I get you a drink?”
“Why do you ask me the same question every night when you already know the answer?”
“It’s hotel policy,” Milly answered, refusing to let his bad mood rattle her.
“Wouldn’t they expect their staff to use some initiative?”
“We’re told never to presume.”
“Well, presume tonight.”
Milly walked into the kitchenette and did her best not to slam the door. “Roman’s here,” Milly said and Simon blew out a tense breath.
“And?”
“In a filthy mood.”
“What are you doing?” Simon asked, as Milly poured Roman an apple juice but Milly didn’t answer, instead she headed out and placed his drink in front of him.
“What’s that?” Roman asked.
“An apple juice,” Milly sweetly replied. “I’m presuming that you’ve already had enough.”
He looked up and actually smiled and, to her own annoyance, Milly found herself smiling back. “How was the wedding?” Milly asked because she couldn’t help but be curious.
“A joke,” Roman said. “It finished early out of respect to Ivor and my late wife. Which is another joke.”
He looked around the lounge and he was clearly spoiling for a fight. “Where’s the old goat?”
“He checked out.”
“Pity.” Roman sulked. “The happy couple have headed off to Paris for their honeymoon. Kate looks like she’s headed for the gallows. I’m guessing a virgin.”
Milly couldn’t help but smile, at times he was so shockingly indiscreet with her.
“I remember my honeymoon,” Roman mused. “Far from paradise.” He looked down at the glass of apple juice that she had fetched him. “I’m not drinking that.”
“Fine,” Milly said and picked it up and returned a couple of moments later with his usual drink.
“How did you know I wanted vodka?” Roman lightly teased as she put down his drink.
“Just a lucky guess,” Milly smiled.
Why did he have to be so beautiful, Milly thought. Why did he have to still be able to make her smile?
And in the same moment make her want to
Kate was the mystery woman who had flown under the radar and had taken everyone by surprise. She was a genealogist who worked at a large London library apparently and they had met Isaak through his late uncle.
It was a fairy-tale, the reporter said, as Kate and Isaak left the Russian Orthodox church as husband and wife.
Oh, anything involving the Zaretsky brothers was so far from a fairy-tale, Milly thought. She looked at Kate, saw the strain behind her smile and wondered what was really going on.
Work was quiet and thankfully, there was no Roman to worry about, given that he was at the wedding.
“You still haven’t requested morning shifts,” Simon pointed out as Milly poured some drinks in the kitchenette. “I’ll be doing the rosters for next month soon, so you need to put your availabilities in.”
“I shall,” Milly said.
Rehearsals had already started. The production would run for eight weeks, which meant matinee and evening performances. Working at the hotel in the mornings on top of everything else would be exhausting. Milly really wanted to immerse herself in the role and was hoping that it might lead to other things, but she didn’t have the confidence to quit her regular job.
Milly took the drinks out and smiled to the guests, and, with everyone happy, she went to the desk at the front and took out the diary and tried to work out her shift requests.
Perhaps she could request to work a double shift on a Sunday, Milly thought. On the day there was no production and then . . .
She glanced up as the door opened and there was Roman. He always looked amazing, but tonight he literally took her breath away—he was dressed in a dark grey suit and wore a silver-grey tie and he was clean shaven.
“Good evening, Roman,” Milly said and stood, he didn’t return her greeting and she followed him over to his regular table.
“May I get you a drink?”
“Why do you ask me the same question every night when you already know the answer?”
“It’s hotel policy,” Milly answered, refusing to let his bad mood rattle her.
“Wouldn’t they expect their staff to use some initiative?”
“We’re told never to presume.”
“Well, presume tonight.”
Milly walked into the kitchenette and did her best not to slam the door. “Roman’s here,” Milly said and Simon blew out a tense breath.
“And?”
“In a filthy mood.”
“What are you doing?” Simon asked, as Milly poured Roman an apple juice but Milly didn’t answer, instead she headed out and placed his drink in front of him.
“What’s that?” Roman asked.
“An apple juice,” Milly sweetly replied. “I’m presuming that you’ve already had enough.”
He looked up and actually smiled and, to her own annoyance, Milly found herself smiling back. “How was the wedding?” Milly asked because she couldn’t help but be curious.
“A joke,” Roman said. “It finished early out of respect to Ivor and my late wife. Which is another joke.”
He looked around the lounge and he was clearly spoiling for a fight. “Where’s the old goat?”
“He checked out.”
“Pity.” Roman sulked. “The happy couple have headed off to Paris for their honeymoon. Kate looks like she’s headed for the gallows. I’m guessing a virgin.”
Milly couldn’t help but smile, at times he was so shockingly indiscreet with her.
“I remember my honeymoon,” Roman mused. “Far from paradise.” He looked down at the glass of apple juice that she had fetched him. “I’m not drinking that.”
“Fine,” Milly said and picked it up and returned a couple of moments later with his usual drink.
“How did you know I wanted vodka?” Roman lightly teased as she put down his drink.
“Just a lucky guess,” Milly smiled.
Why did he have to be so beautiful, Milly thought. Why did he have to still be able to make her smile?
And in the same moment make her want to
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