Chapter Thirteen
Rosetta looked once more at the magician bounding energetically towards the centre of the restaurant stage.
She’d spiralled into a fit of surprised laughter when Jippie—or was it Chippy?—had emerged from behind a spot-lit curtain.
The man opposite, the man who had sent her an extravagantly lovely arrangement of pale pink roses, had been equally amused.
Was it really the magician’s arrival, though, that made sharing an in-joke with Matthew this much fun?
She lifted her glass of champagne and set it down again. A giggly mood coupled with the elation of being in the presence of someone she adored: quite likely cause for regret if combined with the effects of alcohol.
Matthew gestured to her drink. ‘Everything okay with that?’
Swallowing back further chuckles, she nodde
