“I’m only going to put on some plays,” Eve corrected, squeezing Gabriella’s hand. “I’ll leave the higher causes to you and Alex. But if we can get the details ironed out, the contracts, and the legalities of it, you’re going to see four terrific productions.”

“I’m counting on it.”

She took one last glance around the stage. She would never perform here, but her company would. One day, maybe one day, one of her own plays would be acted here. She nearly laughed at herself for the fantasy. “Then I’d better get back home and start working.”

“Oh, no, we’re not letting you go so quickly. I’ve already planned a family dinner at the farm. Tomorrow night. Now …” She hooked her arm through Eve’s. “I want you to go back and be lazy for the rest of the day. Once we put you to work, you won’t have another opportunity.”

“Is that a royal command?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then I’ll just have to suffer through it.”

* * *

It wasn’t so hard. Eve discovered that lounging by the pool while a balmy Mediterranean breeze ruffled the palm fronds overhead wasn’t such a tough job. In her youth she’d done a lot of lounging. Vegetating, Eve corrected. It amazed her that she had been content to do nothing for such long periods of time. Not that there was anything wrong with doing nothing, she added as she adjusted her chaise one more notch back. It was just a pity to make a career out of it.

She nearly had. Affluence, privilege. It had made it so easy to sit and let others do. She might have continued in just that vein if she hadn’t discovered the theater. It had given her something to start at the bottom in, something to work toward. Something Daddy, bless him, couldn’t wrangle for her. She could either act or she couldn’t. Eve had discovered she could. But it hadn’t been stage center where she’d found her niche.

Theater had opened up worlds for her, worlds inside herself. She was competent; she was shrewd; she was blessed with organizational talents she’d never used during her education. Conceiving her own company, bringing it to life, had sharpened all those skills. It had also taught her how to take risks, work hard, and mostly, how to be dependable. There were people relying on her for their art and for their living. The responsibility had turned a spoiled young girl into a dedicated woman.

Now she was being given the opportunity to reap rewards even she hadn’t dreamed of. International recognition for her company. All she had to do was select the right material, produce four plays, handle four sets of wardrobe, four sets of props, four sets of scenery. In the meantime she had to deal with lawyers, directors, transportation, seventy-odd actors and technicians. And a prince.