Chapter 47

I wished desperately that I had never come to Milan. I was in no doubt that I could have made Don happy but as things stood now, all our lives had been thrown off course. I rolled angrily on my back and stared unseeingly at the white-painted ceiling. Not only were my plans ruined, but I had a dreadful suspicion that Marc was making a disastrous mistake in choosing Bella for his next wife but it was always expected, I was just a passing relationship for him. I was forced to admit that my opinion was heavily biased against women but even so, Marc needed someone to encourage the warmer side of his nature.

Someone to laugh with him, someone who could respond fully to his lovemaking. At this point in my musings, I groaned softly and deliberately thrust such destructive thought aside. I stretched my length on the bed. Such a disastrous thought came into my mind. Marc was surely old enough to know what he was doing and he was hardly likely to listen to my opinion in any case and I, o