Renaissance of the Heart - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Renaissance of the Heart - Part 3

... frame.” “Yes!” “I have the date ranges for each sample, but I suppose you want to know the bottom line?” “Yes.” “From our tests, we are 99 percent certain that this painting was made between 1495 and 1595.” I paused, absorbing the data. I looked at Elanora, with my mouth open and a broad smile spread across her face. “Cindy, there is no doubt that this is a Renaissance painting!” “Oh thank you so much! Definitely?” “Definitely!” This was amazing. The dates were spot on for Michelangelo. It could hardly have been a clearer result. I gave Elanora a huge hug and ran out into the sunshine and phoned Elizabeth. I sent an SMS ahead, so that she knew to make an excuse to leave the office. “Elizabeth! Guess what?!” “Please have good news, Cindy, I need it.” “The carbon dating came through. It’s a Renaissance painting!” “No way!” “Yes, the dates are perfect. It’s totally right for Michelangelo.” “That’s fantastic, Cindy!” “I know. Also, I’ve traced the auction that sold it, before Vincenzo gave it your great uncle.” “Really?” “Yes, long story though. I’m going there on Saturday. I’ve made an appointment.” “Wow! This is so good!” “I know. Elizabeth?” “Yes?” “Come to Rome.” “Ha ha I wish.” “No, seriously. Fly out for the weekend!” “You’re serious. Why?” “Cos I need you.” “Oh Cindy! I’d love to. I’ve never been to Rome. Is it good?” “Better. It’s amazing, but it would be more amazing if you were here to share it.” “Well, I could just throw some clothes in a suit case and I guess I can ...

... afford it now – sort of!” “There you go! Did you pay off your cards?” “Mostly. There’s a bit left on one, and the loan, but my repayments have gone down massively!” “Good. Anyway, whatever the flight costs, I’ll take it from my budget.” “Cindy! Are you sure?” “Yes of course. You’re coming for me as much as you.” “Okay, well I better get back. I told my boss it was a family emergency. I’ll book the flight as soon as I get in.” “Okey dokey! See you soon!” Suddenly I felt that everything was coming together. I was able to relax and enjoy life. I had the sun in my hair and a spring in my step. I’m sure Elizabeth never doubted my judgement for a minute, but no matter how confident I was, I was always haunted with that glimmer of doubt. Terrified that I’d messed up. I think it was because I couldn’t face the prospect of breaking bad news - the tone that I wouldn’t be able to hide, somehow trying to soften the blow. How happy I was that it didn’t have to make that call. Now with the pressure off, I could let go and it felt so good. Confirmation that Elizabeth’s painting was from the Renaissance was a game changer. It wasn’t just opinion now and that was crucial to its value. Even if we didn’t get anywhere else we now could be looking at a substantial five figure sum in any resale. At the very least it justified all my hard work and the trust Elizabeth had put in me. From hereon in, it was just a matter of how high it would go. I dawdled around the streets of Rome, treating myself to ...