Anton’s POV
I was incredibly proud of my level of craftiness. I mean it was really something to be applauded, if only for the simple fact that I'd managed to get Tristan to keep his mouth shut about it.
Tristan had bought the space Ana and I had seen last week, and I'd called Patrick and told him, after making him swear on his life that he wouldn't tell her. I needed his help. I wanted to get the gallery set up for her birthday next month.
I had my own plans for her birthday present, but I knew this was something she really wanted and - hopefully after her initial annoyance at the fact that Tristan and I had spent so much money on it - she'd love it.
Patrick had been ecstatic and told Tricia, which was fine. She was all about helping, but that also made it more difficult. Ana was smar
