After a few more exchanges, Vittorio finally excused himself.
The second he walked away, Ezra muttered quietly, "I already dislike him."
Scarlett hid a smile behind her champagne glass. "Because he's suspicious?"
"Because he looked at you like dessert."
She bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.
As they continued through the hotel, more introductions followed. Wealthy investors. Art dealers. Men with smiles too fake and eyes too sharp.
And almost every single one flirted with Scarlett.
A younger businessman kissed her hand dramatically.
"You are far too beautiful to be hidden beside such a serious husband."
Scarlett played along lightly for the mission. "Maybe I enjoy serious men."
Ezra, standing beside her, slowly sipped his drink while mentally planning murder.
Henry, observing discreetly from across the room, nearly smiled.
Another man complimented Scarlett's accent.
One offered to personally show her the villa grounds.
One asked if Ezra ever got jealous.
