She hadn't even been thinking of Rory in Venice. Not him coming there to her place of sanctuary, no matter how much she'd longed for him to do just that. No, she'd convinced herself that he would never come to her City of Bridges. It was easier that way. When she imagined showing him her work, for some reason the floor of an art gallery was where it would take place. And in Manhattan.
It was one of those ideas that had taken root without her consciously realizing it until too late. For the first time in her life, Pippa was thinking about making her glass a career.
"Of course I will." She reached for his guitar pick necklace and played with the small piece of acrylic. "Only, my luck will have it that you're in the middle of a fan frenzy or a concert tour and won't be able to make it. I'll have to have Marcello take photographs for you."
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Date: 2009-02-09 02:19 pm (UTC)It was one of those ideas that had taken root without her consciously realizing it until too late. For the first time in her life, Pippa was thinking about making her glass a career.
"Of course I will." She reached for his guitar pick necklace and played with the small piece of acrylic. "Only, my luck will have it that you're in the middle of a fan frenzy or a concert tour and won't be able to make it. I'll have to have Marcello take photographs for you."