Grace’s POV
After a wonderful night and morning, I am back to work. I had a presentation that totally slipped my mind and right now I am panicking and going through my finals notes. Isabella and her husband set a meeting for collaboration with another exhibitioner in Milan and Naples. I was about to exit my office when I saw some men lurking around the gallery.
“Michele!” I knocked on his office door.
“Yeah!”
“Do you know who those men are roaming around the gallery?” I pointed to the men who were doing the worst job of being discreet.
“Um I thought you knew about them, your boyfriend asked Isabella to allow them for your safety.”
“Damiano?” I questioned.
“Yeah, who else can get Isabella to agree? I mean not directly, two of the guys who are always with him came on behalf, Isab
