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Chapters (36)
  1. Cover
  2. Also by Catherine Alliott
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Chapter 28
  32. Chapter 29
  33. Chapter 30
  34. Chapter 31
  35. Chapter 32
  36. A Message from Catherine

“Very pale blush pink, quite short, with the family tiara at a jaunty angle. There's a photo of her coming out of the family chapel in Venice with Filippo, both roaring with laughter."

Celia gazed at me, rapt. "I've got the most terrific crush."

I smiled. "I know."

I turned to wash the glasses at the sink. I knew, too, that Babs sort of vindicated Celia's rather rootless, nomadic existence: her refusal to find Mr Right. Her attraction to Mr Wrong, to married men, actually, or to introspective loners like the current one, Edward. But I also knew that pitching it low as Celia did, never pitching it too high, stemmed more from a fear of being hurt. And Babs wasn't like that. She wasn't afraid of anyone.

"Come on, let's get the stuff in from the car, then we can go for a swim."

Celia watched as I went outside, still deep in some romantic reverie of a few decades ago. I went back and forth to the car, but when I was halfway up the stairs, she was behind me suddenly and helped me with a heavy case to the landing.

"But do you not look at her sometimes, Flora, and think, for heaven's sake?"

I knew where she was going with this. I turned.

"You mean, for heaven's sake, why am I still metaphorically walking across a desert with a burning cross in my hands? When there are other ways of being, of living, which don't involve a husband and children and all that I envy, aspire to, and once had?"

"Well, I wasn't going to be quite so—"

"Brutal. Yes, I get all that, Celia. And funnily enough, although we're very different people, Babs is an inspiration to me. She's strong, she's brave and I have to force myself to be those things." I paused. Narrowed my eyes contemplatively beyond her. "But she's also a minx. And I have a nasty feeling I've been set up here."

"What d’you mean?"

"I don't know yet. But trust me, I can smell that particular Scarlet Virgin –" I sniffed the air theatrically – "a mile off."

I smiled and sailed back downstairs, past her, through the sitting room and out to the car, for more luggage.

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