You will see.’ She paused.
‘And now, Contessa, you should rest before dinner.’ However, her discreet twinkle as she departed suggested that it was the hours following dinner for which her young mistress should principally be refreshed and ready.
I’m such a fraud, Ellie thought wearily as the door closed behind the good woman.
But, all the same, she had to admit the idea of a rest was appealing, although not on that enormous bed with all its implications which she would deal with when she had to.
However, there was a couch shaped like a particularly luxurious chaise longue by the shuttered window which would answer her requirements perfectly.
Ellie removed her shoes, her tights and, carefully, her dress, revealing the exquisite lingerie—bra, briefs and half-slip—also in soft blue silk, that she wore beneath it, just part of the corredo da sposa that the Principessa had firmly insisted on providing.
All of it far more glamorous than anything I’d have chosen for myself, she thought with a sigh, as she stretched out on the cushions, and, under the circumstances, a total waste of money.
As were the wages of this maid who’d been hired for her, of course, but she realised that this was an issue where it might be wiser to give way, as a nod in the direction of some kind of marital harmony.
After all I can’t fight him about everything, she acknowledged dispiritedly.
So I should save my ammunition for the battles that really matter.
Whatever they turn out to be.
And found herself sighing again.
Angelo surveyed the information on his computer screen with tight-lipped satisfaction, and a certain relief.
It seemed as if the finance deal with Credito Europa was going through without the last-minute hitches and prevarication that he had half-expected.
Apparently the Crocodile is a man of his word, after all, he thought cynically.
And I, may God help me, am now married.
He pushed back his chair and stood up.
He would have to return to Rome at some point to sign the necessary documentation, but that would not be a problem.
After all, his new bride was hardly likely to regret his absence, he thought coldly.
Al contrario, having turned a once charming room into an efficient and characterless workspace as he’d recently observed, she would probably welcome his departure.
See it as an opportunity to further the career that meant so much to her.
He wondered why the idea of her continuing to work for Avortino was irritating him so much.
Surely he should welcome anything that would occupy her attention and keep her from enquiring too closely into his own activities.
And he should not have allowed his annoyance over her stubborn resistance to his wishes—or her apparent assumption that she was the only sufferer in their present situation—to get the better of him and goad him into inflicting on her that travesty of a kiss.
The holy saints knew it was the last thing he’d ever intended, he thought moodily.
He’d planned to be kind and courteous, putting her at her ease in difficult circumstances, and instead he’d acted like the worst kind of boor.
His behaviour had been unbelievable, he told himself, besides creating an awkwardness between them that he knew he must somehow put right before it became unforgivable too.
Because, however rarely it might be, they were still committed to sharing a roof, and it would be helpful if they were able to do this with some degree of accord, even if it was only in public.
Mouth twisting, he took the Credito Europa’s letter of confirmation from the printer.
At least he could show her that there had already been some benefit from this unwanted marriage.
That their mutual sacrifice was partially justified at least.
But it was by no means certain that he could persuade her to see it that way.
He accepted ruefully now that it had been a serious error of judgement as well as unkind to describe her as ‘a nonentity’.
She had a mind and a will of her own, the little Elena, and, it was clear, no very high opinion of him either.
So perhaps it was time, he told himself wryly, that he tried to make amends of some kind.
Establish at least a working relationship.
And try to end this strange day on better terms than its beginning.
If that was possible, he added silently, and sighed.
Ellie was drifting in and out of a light sleep when she was disturbed by a firm rap at the bedroom door, followed by the sound of the door itself opening.
Pushing her hair back from her face, she lifted herself on to an elbow, expecting to see the threatened maid.
But, instead, to her shock, it was Angelo who came striding briskly into the room.
‘What are you doing here?’ Ellie, hideously aware that she was in her underwear, looked round vainly for a rug or even a shawl to put round her shoulders as a cover-up.
‘What do you want?’He too looked taken aback, a tinge of colour emphasising the sculpted cheekbones as his dark gaze scanned her then hurriedly turned to the paper in his hand.
‘I came to share some news with you.’‘Couldn’t it have waited?’ she asked tautly.
‘Yes,’ he acknowledged, mouth tightening.
‘But I thought it would please you to know that Prince Damiano has today agreed the deal with Galantana, and therefore our days together can be considered as already numbered.’‘Oh,’ she said.
‘I—I see.
Well, that’s—good.’‘I imagined you would think so.’ He paused.
‘However, there is also another matter that perhaps we should discuss.’‘If it’s about the maid you’ve hired for me,’ Ellie said quickly, ‘Assunta’s already told me.’‘The maid?’ His brows lifted.
‘No, it concerns the other staff.’ He hesitated.
‘I learned just now that a celebration dinner is being prepared for us tonight.
The sala da pranzo has been specially decorated with flowers, and the Manzini calice taken from its cabinet and cleaned.
I should warn you that at some point in the evening, it will be filled with wine and various herbs and tradition demands that we drink from it while the household applaud.’Ellie frowned.
‘Is that a problem?’‘Not for me.’ Angelo shrugged.
‘But to share the calice will also signify our hope for a blissful wedding night and many babies to follow.’ He gave her a sardonic look.
‘It figures, therefore, that they will not expect us to sleep apart on such a meaningful occasion.’Ellie sat up, embarrassment forgotten.
She said crisply, ‘Then they’ll have to be disappointed.’‘You said in the car that you needed to gain their respect,’ he reminded her softly.
‘I must tell you, Elena, that to reveal yourself so soon as a wife who is no wife at all will not win that respect for you.
Infatti, it could have the opposite effect.’‘That’s a risk I’ll just have to take.’‘Even when it could so easily be avoided?’‘You mean if I let you sleep with me?’ She shook her head.
Her voice sounded stifled.
‘Never.
Oh God, I knew I couldn’t trust you.’‘I mean,’ he said coldly, ‘if I spend tonight in this room rather than my own.
Nothing more.’ He glanced around him.
‘As you can see, it could easily accommodate half a dozen people.’ He added more gently, ‘Believe me, Elena mia, you would not wish them to think you displease me.
Your life here will be much easier if it is thought we are truly man and wife, and that there is at least affection between us.’She stared up at him.
‘And you—being here tonight will be enough to convince them of that?’‘It will probably be necessary to pay you other visits in the future,’ he said.