"Give us five minutes," Dimitri said.
He found Eve in the living room, standing near the window, looking out at the city one last time. She was dressed now, casual linen pants and a silk blouse that clung to her in a way that made his hand want to reach for her.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Almost." She turned to him. "We should say goodbye to Nonna."
They found Nonna in her small office on the third floor, Dimitri had created the space for her months ago, it serves as the command center of the entire penthouse where she handles the household expenses and the staffs. There were ledgers on the desk, her phone pressed to her ear, and she was giving instructions to someone on the other end about the dinner menu for the week.
When she saw them, she wrapped up the call quickly.
"I'll call you back," she said into the phone.
She hung up and stood, moving around the desk with energy that made it clear her age was just a number. At seventy, Nonna had no intention of slowing down.
