Chapter 116: Nathan's Grand Gesture

The gallery became blurred with the murmur of conversation and the tinkle of champagne glasses. Olivia looked before her latest piece—a whirling dervish of color and emotion that seemed to pulse to life under the artfully angled spotlights. She slowly sipped from her glass, letting the feeling of nerves and excitement, which always seemed to accompany a show opening, wash over and through. A hand on her elbow turned her around. Standing before her was Nathan, his eyes bright with some form of enthusiasm that immediately set Olivia on edge. She knew that look: it usually heralded something big, something that would turn her carefully balanced world on its axis. "Liv, I have to speak with you," he said, holding her hand and staring urgently into her eyes. "In private." Before she could utter a protest to the suggestion, he was ushering her through the crowd into the gallery's private corner section. Olivia's mind was racing. What could feel so important that it could not wait until af