Author » Danielle Steel. The mistress, p. Support this site by clicking ads , thank you! The Mistress, page He asked if Theo felt he had enough new work, and he said he did. Jean was thinking about February. They spent the day together and had dinner, and set the date for the show.
Seeing the gallery again reminded him of the portrait of Natasha, and he wondered how she was, and if she was happy with her new Russian that the concierge had mentioned.
It seemed a sad life to him. She would forever be a bird in a gilded cage, but it was the only life she knew. It was light-years from his world, which centered only on his work these days. He realized that it had taken him a long time to get Natasha out of his system.
She had haunted him so intensely. For a while, he had felt ill every time he saw her with Vladimir, and completely disoriented every time he ran into her. He felt foolish for it now. She had been a phantom in his life, a kind of mirage, his dream woman who appeared to him on canvas, but not in his real life.
His mother had been right, she had nearly cost him his sanity and his heart. But he had salvaged both, and he felt strong now and focused on his work. He had seen her at an art event in Cannes in September, and she said she was dating someone who had two children of his own, and she seemed happy. Theo spent the next day in Paris, after his meeting with Jean Pasquier on Friday night, and on Saturday it was raining and he had nothing to do before his flight to Nice. Paul de Vence.
