I glance at him and shrug, a small, excited smile tugging at my lips. “She wants to start a private gallery and an art museum. She talked to me about it yesterday.”
Roman arches an eyebrow. “Both? Or just one of these ventures?”
“For now…both,” I reply.
Konstantin leans in, voice level but impressed. “That’s a big project. But since she’s already a recognized name in the art world, it’ll be easier to get the right backing and attention.”
I lift my glass, feeling the heat of pride coil in my chest. “I’m going to back her. Every step of the way. She’ll have everything she needs to make it hers—her vision, her rules.”
Dimitri smirks knowingly. “Looks like you’ve finally met your match, brother. Not just in strength, but in ambition.”
I meet his gaze, a faint grin tugging at my lips. “She’s brilliant. She deserves every chance to prove it. And I’ll make sure she gets it.”
Roman shakes his head, laughing softly. “Then here’s to the gallery, the museum…and to Sienna. May she take the art world by storm.”
Glasses clink again, laughter spilling across the table.
Lev leans back, smirking. “Safe to say, Sebastian…you’re in love with Sienna.”
I don’t argue. I just raise my glass to hide the smile threatening to break across my face.
Roman snorts. “About time, brother.”
Dimitri chuckles, shaking his head. “I’ve never seen you like this. She’s got you completely.”
Lev grins, leaning forward. “Remember how miserable he looked when I told him he’d be getting married? Look at him now. He’s…different. Happier. Calmer.”
Dimitri chuckles. “At least you won’t disappear on us anymore. Now that you have a wife, you can’t just be a ghost.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “What about you? You left the business and went to France to start anew. At least I’m still in the game.”
Dimitri nods. “Now that Vivian and I have a little one, I don’t want my son to grow up involved in all this.”
Roman leans back, thoughtful. “It’s different when you start having children. Suddenly, safety isn’t just your own concern. You put them first.”
Konstantin smirks, swirling his glass. “That’s why I’m never having kids. Can’t worry about any human being. Too selfish. I only worry about myself.”
Lev laughs, shaking his head at Konstantin’s smugness. “Keep saying that until you meet someone who’ll poke at that heart of yours.”
Konstantin shrugs, unapologetic. “Maybe. But not enough to risk sleep or freedom.”
I arch a brow. “You’ve never been in love?”
“Never,” he says easily, lifting his glass. “And I’m not about to start now.”
The night rolls on like that—vodka flowing, laughter loud, the weight of everything we’ve survived finally easing off our shoulders. By the time we part ways, my chest feels lighter than it has in years. Victorious. Grounded. Whole.
When I return home, I’m still smiling.
The suite is dim, with warm light spilling from the lamps. Sienna stands near the bed, dressed in black lace that leaves very little to the imagination. She smiles when she sees me, slow and knowing.
“Where were you?” she asks.
“With my brothers,” I say, shrugging out of my jacket. “Celebrating.”
Her eyes soften. Proud. Happy for me. For us.
I cross the room in three strides and climb onto the bed, pulling her into my arms. She fits there like she always has.
