by Melissa Hill
Now it was glossy, gorgeous, and glamorous, much like Kim herself. She looked amazing tonight, dressed in a show-stopping pink-sequined gown that Annie was pretty certain was Dolce & Gabbana, her blonde hair up in a classic chignon, and her proud husband by her side.
A picture of success and the ultimate hostess, she was flitting happily from one person to another, while Annie stood alone on the terrace, champagne glass in hand, staring out into the darkness as she leaned against the railings, wondering why she’d come here in the first place.
Charlie was back at the Excelsior with the babysitter Kim had also very kindly arranged. He was having a ball and had spent the day splashing about in the pool with Lily, so she guessed he’d be wiped tonight.
It was no Dolce but Annie’s emerald green dress hugged every inch of her body, and she knew she looked good, standing up just as well to any of the stylish Italian socialites and celebrities at this party.
She’d worked hard to regain her figure after Charlie was born and religiously maintained all aspects of personal grooming as her business grew. She went to the gym every day and ate the best she could whenever possible. Tonight, her make-up was impeccable, as, of course, was her hair. She looked amazing and she knew it. But she wasn’t entirely sure why she bothered.
It wasn’t like anyone was benefitting from it besides her.
‘Stop kidding yourself, you know exactly why,’ she murmured to herself, as she drained her drink and stared at the empty champagne flute with disgust.
Flagging a passing waiter, she dropped her empty glass on the tray he carried, and grabbed another.
Happy people, so many shiny, happy, self-congratulatory people. They were making her sick.
Earlier, she’d almost talked herself into not turning up tonight and staying away for everyone’s sake, but she’d already come all this way to Italy, back to the scene of the crime, as it were. There would be no avoiding it: the shit was about to hit the fan.
As she waited, biding her time, Annie occupied herself with drink after drink. Several guys tried to talk to her but she was having none of it. Men were her problem in the first place, always had been.
If her father hadn’t died then she could have had a normal, happy family life. If it hadn’t been for her stupid accountant, she wouldn’t now be on the verge of bankruptcy. If it hadn’t been for her addiction to men who never had any intention of offering her their hearts, she wouldn’t be alone now.
Charlie was the only man in her life who was any good for her, and the only one she needed.
So maybe she should forget about all this and just go now, back to the hotel and the son who needed her?
She’d done her duty, as such, by flying over here to support her old friend, and it wasn’t as though Kim would even notice her absence. Despite a plethora of last-minute hitches, her big night was turning out to be a glorious success and everything looked to be going like clockwork.
Annie shouldn’t even be thinking about trying to upset the apple cart and ruining it all.
She’d made her decision, and had started wobbling back up towards, the house, fully intending to leave, when she saw him, standing idly beneath an olive tree and laughing with someone else, not a care in the world.
Annie sorely wanted to smash the glass in her hand directly into his face, but it wasn’t hers and she’d probably have to pay for it, and she couldn’t afford that.
‘Can’t afford anything,’ she muttered bitterly.
She made her way up the stone steps, the alcohol having taken its hold more than she expected.
She stumbled a little on the top step, going down on her ankle, and she was sure she was about to fall flat on her face, when out of nowhere a pair of strong arms caught and steadied her.
‘It’s grand, I’m fine,’ she slurred as she grabbed onto the front of her saviour’s shirt and looked up at the sympathetic and all-too-familiar face.
She blinked rapidly.
‘It has been a long time, Annie,’ the Italian said by way of greeting.
‘Not long enough, Luca.’ She pushed away from him, but only managed to unbalance herself again in the process.
Once more his strong arms wound around Annie to keep her steady. ‘I think I better help you,’ he suggested.
‘I don’t want your help,’ she spat. ‘Get your hands off me.’
‘Annie?’ Colette’s voice appeared out of nowhere then, and she turned to find her friend and her husband standing a few feet away, staring at them.
Great. From Colette’s point of view it probably looked like she was coming on to Luca. Annie moved away from him again, forcing herself to straighten up as she tried to fix her hair.
‘You’re late,’ she scolded, and slapped a smile on her face as she looked from Colette to Ed.
‘Buonasera, Colette,’ Luca greeted calmly, and the raw emotion in his voice made Annie’s attention immediately turn back to him.
His dark eyes were staring at Colette as if she were the most incredible thing he’d ever seen. Then she turned and looked at Ed. He was staring at her, too. Both of them still under her spell, even now, Annie realised sadly as she freed herself from Luca’s lingering arm and teetered across the courtyard.
‘Wait, let me help you,’ Colette said, once Annie had raised her from her obvious stupor.
Even through her champagne-fuelled haze, Annie could tell that the sight of Luca had affected her friend. She was certain Ed wasn’t going to like that.
Sure enough, Colette’s husband hurried after her as she went to lead Annie back inside the villa.
One moment, Annie was navigating treacherous cobblestones in her high heels, and the next she was being flanked by her friend and her friend’s husband.
‘I’m fine on my own,’ she complained, swatting them both away.
‘I don’t think so,’ Ed insisted, rather roughly tucking Annie’s arm into his, leading her inside and away from other guests while Colette followed.
‘Better make sure Kim doesn’t see this,’ he urged his wife. ‘I’m sure she’d be very upset to see someone making a scene.’
‘Oh yes,’ Annie spat. ‘Of course Kim wouldn’t want anything ruining her perfect night. Perfect husband, perfect child, perfect life …’
Annie’s raised voice was now drawing the attention of some guests nearby. Colette was quick to urge Ed on while she went back to perform damage control.
Same old Colette, always trying to fix things.
Annie glanced sideways at Ed. She hadn’t planned on him seeing her like this.
She was a mess and she knew it. A drunk, raving mess, and she couldn’t be sure what she would or wouldn’t say under the circumstances. She needed to get away from him.
‘What are you doing?’ he questioned through gritted teeth. ‘You said you wouldn’t be here.’
‘And why shouldn’t I be here?’ she shot back. ‘These are my friends.’
‘You know why. And causing trouble won’t help.’
‘I’m not a troublemaker,’ Annie slurred, insulted, as Ed ushered her into what was once the old dark living room towards the rear, but was now a refurbished relaxation area. She slumped into the nearest chair.
Her head was spinning and the ground was wobbling beneath her. She did not feel good.
Ed sat down in the chair across from her. ‘What the hell were you thinking, Annie?’
‘I don’t know!’ she cried. ‘Why wouldn’t you help me? I’ve never asked for anything in my life, Ed. And I wouldn’t have now either, unless I really needed it.’
‘I told you, the timing isn’t good. I’ve got some problems of my own, you know.’
‘No, I don’t know. How would I? I’m not your wife. Anyway, I don’t care about your problems, just as you never cared about mine. But now, for Charlie’s sake, I need you to care. My business is going under,’ she admitted in a small voice. ‘My accountant stole everything I have. He stole from my company and left me with months of bills outstanding, and I bare
ly have enough to keep a roof over my head, let alone pay the people I owe. He took everything.’ She turned to look at him. ‘You told me once that I could call on you if ever I needed anything. And when I finally do, you tell me to get lost. How do you think that feels?’
‘I’m sorry. Like I said, you caught me at a bad time.’ He looked at her. ‘Has anything been done to catch this guy?’
‘I’ve tried. But he’s disappeared.’ She sniffed, surprised at the unexpected concern in his voice. ‘Honestly, I would never have asked if I wasn’t desperate.’
Ed moved closer. ‘It’s all right, Annie. I’ll help you. I know people who deal with this sort of thing. I’ll make a few calls on Monday. We won’t let him get away with this,’ he comforted. ‘I’ll make sure he’s brought to justice, and whatever help you need, I assure you that you’ll get it. I’m sorry, you just … caught me off-guard the other day.’
He was going to help? He was going to take care of her and Charlie? Annie’s tears began to flow freely now.
‘Thank you,’ she said, relief flooding through her, as she felt a tiny inkling of hope for the first time since this all started. She was right to come here after all. She knew that if she got the opportunity to talk to him face to face, let him know how truly desperate she was, he would understand.
And he had.
Thank God, thank God …
Impulsively, she jumped up and launched herself at him, flinging her arms around his neck.
She wouldn’t be on her own. Ed had promised he’d be there for his son if ever Annie needed him, and now he was making good on that promise.
Seems she’d misjudged him after all.
Chapter 55
Now
‘So sorry about that,’ Colette was saying as she tried to distract Kim’s guests from the scene Annie was making. ‘My friend has had some bad news.’ She couldn’t believe that Annie had ended up coming all the way back here to just get trashed and make a fool of herself on Kim’s big night.
Some things never changed.
‘Is she OK?’ the couple she was speaking to asked with some concern.
‘She’ll be fine. My husband is taking care of her now. Please do go and enjoy the party,’ she urged as she tried to divert their attention from the villa to the main party area back outside. The entire courtyard and terrace had been turned into a reception hall, and even the poolside was hosting guests for the evening. ‘Can I get you another drink or anything?’ she asked the couple, who didn’t seem to be getting the hint. Their eyes kept glancing in the direction of the villa.
The last thing she wanted was for Kim to get word of this, especially with all the pressure she’d been under lately.
‘That would be lovely,’ the woman answered. Colette didn’t remember their names but Kim had introduced them earlier. They were some wealthy hoteliers from Denmark. The husband was into racehorses.
‘Have you seen the pool area?’ she asked as she led them back across the courtyard. Along with champagne trays, a bar had been set up poolside to keep the guests well-supplied with beverages.
Hors d’oeuvres were being passed around by the wait staff and, despite the last-minute catering issue, there seemed to be a plentiful supply of food and drinks.
‘Not yet,’ the man replied.
‘Let me show you,’ Colette insisted with a winning smile. Annie was in good hands with Ed. He’d take care of her. She just wanted to be sure that any unpleasantness the couple had witnessed was thoroughly erased before she left them.
Once she was sure the mini fire had been put out, she headed back up towards the house and was just ascending the steps to the courtyard when she saw him again. She attempted to walk past but he stopped her, reaching out to touch her arm lightly.
‘Luca,’ she said tightly, as her cheeks automatically flushed.
He smiled. ‘I see you still blush easily.’
‘It’s warm tonight,’ Colette replied, as she forced herself not to meet his gaze. He still looked the same, exactly the same. As if he hadn’t aged a day since the last time she saw him, the day they swam together at Fiordo di Furore.
Right before he dumped her.
Luca seemed to search her face for something. What? She didn’t know.
‘I was hoping you would be here tonight,’ he replied.
She fidgeted, unsure what to say to this. ‘What are you doing here, Luca? I didn’t realise you and Kim were close.’
‘We are not. But there was an issue with her catering company and they needed somebody to prepare the food. I offered to assist.’ He looked at the throngs of guests surrounding them. ‘Can we go somewhere quieter to talk?’
‘No,’ Colette said quickly. ‘I need to get back to Annie – and my husband.’
‘Please. It will only take a minute.’
She didn’t know what it was but there was something in the way he looked at her, and the sound of his voice, that made her waver.
But what could Luca have to say to her now that he couldn’t have said six years ago?
‘Why should I give you even a minute?’
‘I think you owe me that much,’ he replied.
She scoffed. ‘Owe you? After what you did?’
Luca looked confused. ‘What I did? You mean what you did.’
‘What are you talking about?’ Colette answered. ‘I didn’t do anything but wait around on the beach like a fool when you were never coming.’
‘Wait on the beach – for me? When?’
Colette couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was he really trying to pass this off as if it were nothing?
‘My last night – at L’Incanto. I waited for you for over an hour but you didn’t show. And then you sent me that … text. You didn’t even have the decency to tell me to my face.’
Luca took hold of her arm and began to lead her away from the crowd. He guided her to the far end of the terrace where there were fewer guests.
‘Colette, I do not know what you are talking about. I never made any arrangement to meet you anywhere close to Spiaggia Grande. For your last night, I asked for us to meet at Delfino.’
She was incredulous. ‘Are you standing here pretending that you didn’t send me a note to meet you there, and then while I was waiting around like a fool, send a text telling me that our time together was just a summer fling?’
‘I never did any of that,’ Luca replied evenly. ‘It was you who left me.’
‘But I didn’t do anything! You dumped me. You broke my heart.’
‘You broke mine,’ Luca replied with feeling. ‘I would never have hurt you, Colette. I loved you. I wanted to be with you. I was going to tell you that, and ask you to maybe come back to Italy sometime, or if perhaps I could go to you in England – find some way for us perhaps to have a future together. That night, I had arranged a party in the restaurant with Mama Elene – she was going to help me show you what your life in Italy could be. But you never showed.’
Colette was mystified. ‘What? But this is impossible … I don’t understand it. You say you never left a note about meeting in L’Incanto but I know I got one. So who did?’
Luca looked at her, his jaw working. ‘Annie.’
‘What?’
‘Annie. When I came to the villa the day before, you were out with Kim but Annie was there.’
Colette thought back. ‘You left the note with Annie?’
‘Yes, I asked her to give it to you. Maybe she was a little distracted; there was someone else there at the time.’
‘Someone else? With Annie at the villa?’
Maybe it was him, the guy Annie had been seeing? Charlie’s father. Maybe that’s why she’d never mentioned the visit?
Luca looked uncomfortable at first, but then something – a realisation – crossed his face, and his mouth set in a firm line.
‘I need to talk to Annie,’ Colette stated as she turned and rushed inside. She needed answers. She needed the truth.
Luca’s revelation had floored her
. Something had gone wrong that last night, and she was going to find out what.
She hurried across the courtyard and back inside the villa, Luca bringing up the rear, and opened the door to the old living room.
To find Annie locked in an embrace with Ed.
Chapter 56
Now
Kim looked around at the happy, smiling faces of her guests enjoying the party in full swing, and allowed herself a secret smile, thrilled and relieved that everything seemed to be going off without a hitch.
At last …
Though thanks to Gabriel’s surprising suggestion, she was still half-expecting Gloria to appear at any moment, and make some kind of scene in order to throw one final spanner in the works.
The idea that her own mother might set out to ruin such a big occasion in her life made her unnaturally despondent, and she resolved firmly once again to change her ways from now on, and be the best mother to Lily she could possibly be.
She was so lucky (and grateful) that Gabriel had picked up the slack for so long, but she wouldn’t allow him to do so any longer, and was now determined to make it up to both of them. Especially given his surprising assumption about an affair.
To think that he would even consider Kim would cheat on him, let alone with someone like Antonio! No, the one thing she could be sure of was that she and Gabe had each other’s hearts, and had always been true to one another.
She just wished Emilia felt the same way about Antonio.
And thinking of Emilia …
Just then, Kim spotted the couple come through the courtyard entrance, and seeing Gabriel networking with some corporate guests, headed over to his rescue so that they could greet the couple together.
Emilia looked stunning, as always, in vintage Yves St Laurent, her hair fastened in her trademark French twist.
‘Oh, it’s so wonderful to see you,’ Kim said, hugging the older woman enthusiastically, hoping to allay any potential awkwardness, while Antonio and Gabriel chatted. ‘It’s been far too long and, really, all my fault for not visiting, I’m sorry.’