**A round or two**

“Mrs Santoro, there you are.”

Bianca turned from the long table of desserts, blinking as the chairman’s daughter, Aisha, approached her with a soft smile and a flute of champagne in hand.

“My father would like to speak with you both now,” the lady said. “He's waiting.”

Bianca’s brow twitched. “Where is Lucas?”

“I assumed he was with you,” the girl said lightly. “But if not, I’m sure he’s around. Someone mentioned seeing him near the parking ...