Chapter Seventeen: The City Of Glass And Gold
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Chapter Seventeen: The City of Glass and Gold
Katherine
Milan greeted us with rain — soft, silvery, and endless.
The kind that made the city glow under streetlights, turning every puddle into gold.
I pressed my forehead to the cool window of the car as we drove from the airport. Between the glimmering storefronts and the soft murmur of Italian from the driver, I almost forgot why we were here.
Almost.
Beside me, Andrew sat in silence, scrolling through his phone. But every so often, I caught his reflection in the glass — tired eyes, set jaw, that familiar mix of control and exhaustion.
When we arrived at the hotel, he turned to me.
“Get some rest. We have the presentation at ten tomorrow.”
I nodded, but my voice wouldn’t come out.
There was something about being thousands of miles from home — no office walls, no watching eyes — that made everything between us feel heavier, realer.
“Goodnight, Mr. Austin,” I said softly.
He hesitated before replying. “Goodnight, Katherine.”
It was the first time he’d said my name in weeks.
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Andrew
He didn’t sleep that night.
The hotel suite was too quiet. The city outside too alive.
He stood by the window, watching the lights of Milan stretch out like stars across the wet pavement.
He’d spent years perfecting distance — keeping emotions neat and controlled, sealed behind expensive suits and contracts.
But one woman had undone all of that.
Katherine Sandra.
Her voice, her steadiness, her defiance.
He’d told himself he admired her professionalism — but that was only half true. The rest of it was something he didn’t dare name.
He rubbed a hand over his face.
Tomorrow, they had a job to do. Nothing more.
But deep down, he knew — something was already changing.
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Katherine
The next morning, the air was crisp and bright after the rain.
We met in the hotel lobby — both of us dressed in black and white, polished and composed.
But when our eyes met, the world tilted slightly.
“Ready?” he asked.
“As I’ll ever be,” I said, forcing a smile.
During the meeting, everything flowed seamlessly.
He spoke with quiet authority; I followed with the story of the design — the emotion behind every detail.
And when the Milan partners nodded in approval, something inside me swelled with pride.
For the first time, we felt like a team again.
Afterward, we stood on the terrace of the client’s building, overlooking the Duomo. The sun dipped low, scattering the sky with orange and pink.
“It’s beautiful,” I murmured.
Andrew glanced at me, not the view. “It is.”
The air between us went still.
For a moment, I forgot about everything — the board, the rumors, the distance. There was just the city, the golden light, and the man beside me who shouldn’t have felt this close.
He cleared his throat, stepping back. “Dinner’s at seven. Rest until then.”
But his voice was softer now — not a command, just a suggestion.
And as he walked away, I realized my heart had already made a decision my mind wasn’t ready to face.
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Andrew
He told himself it was just dinner.
Just two colleagues celebrating a successful pitch.
But when she walked into the restaurant that evening, something inside him shifted.
She wore simple elegance — black dress, hair loose, no jewelry except a silver bracelet that caught the candlelight.
For once, he didn’t see his secretary.
He saw the woman who’d challenged him, saved him, and unknowingly stolen every calm thought he’d ever had.
As they sat across from each other, the waiter poured wine and the world faded into background music.
Neither of them said it out loud — but they both knew:
Milan had changed everything.
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(End of Chapter Seventeen)
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