Olivia
As I pulled back into the villa’s driveway a little while later, I felt a sense of defeat wash over me. Dianna Miller, the famous artist who I had thought might just be the key to making this ill-fated auction a success, had refused to see me.
“I guess I should have known it would wind up like this,” I muttered as I pulled the key out of the ignition and headed inside, where Clint was waiting for me with the twins in the living room.
As I entered the house, Clint looked up from where he was comfortably reading a book in a plush armchair. The twins were happily playing in their playpen with a new set of blocks that I had just bought for them.
“Hey there, young lady,” Clint said as he climbed to his feet, using his cane for support. “You look exhausted.”
“That’s putting it lightl
