Chapter 30
Siena turned as Julian stepped up beside her. He looked transformed. The "Hollow Ghost" had been replaced by a man who looked grounded, his eyes bright with the frantic, happy energy of the opening day. He wore a tailored navy jacket over a simple white t-shirt—the new uniform of the Rossi-Moretti Group. "Doing what?" she asked, leaning into him. "Surveying the load-bearing points," Julian said, his hand finding the small of her back. "You have that look in your eye. Like you’re making sure the walls aren't going to move." "They aren't moving, Julian," she said, looking down at the foyer where his father, Charles, was deep in conversation with a group of architecture students. Charles was holding a sketchbook, his hands steady, his face animated as he pointed toward the frescoed cei
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