won’t do anything of the sort!’ she spat out, her voice shaking with emotion. ‘What kind of man do you think you are?’ And what kind of woman was she? ‘You’re going to marry my sister!’
He shook his head. ‘No,’ he said heavily. ‘I am not.’
‘You are! You are!’ she cried desperately. ‘You know you are!’
‘I cannot marry her,’ he said flatly, and he reached out and captured her chin, turning her face towards his to imprison her in the ebony spotlight of his gaze, melting her with its intensity. ‘And we both know why that is.’
‘I’M GOING to marry Gianferro.’
Lulu paused in the act of brushing her hair. ‘Are you out of your tiny?’
Millie swallowed, but the words had to be said, no matter what the reaction. ‘I’m sorry.’
The eyes which were reflected in the dressing-table mirror narrowed, and then Lulu whirled round. ‘What the hell are you talking about?’
‘Gianferro, and I…we are to be married.’
‘Tell me you’re joking.’
Millie shook her head. The right thing to say now would be, I wish I was, but that wouldn’t have been true. And she had decided that she could not shirk the truth. Lulu was going to be hurt—through no fault of her own—and it was Millie’s duty to stand there and take the flak. ‘No. I’m not joking.’
For a second Lulu’s mouth twisted, and then she said, in the same voice she used to use when she told Millie that men didn’t like girls who smelt faintly of manure, ‘Millie—you may have decided to develop a crush on that cold-hearted bastard, but it really isn’t a good idea to start living in fantasy land. If you come out with bizarre statements like that then people are bound to get to hear. And people will laugh.’
‘She means it, Lulu,’ said a voice at the door, and both sisters turned round to see their mother standing there.
‘You knew?’ questioned Millie in bewilderment.
‘Gianferro rang me this morning,’ said her mother. ‘Supposedly to ask my permission for your hand, since your father is no longer with us—though I got the distinct impression that my agreement was academic. That he intends to marry you whether I sanction it or not, and that he is not the type of man who will take no for an answer.’
Lulu was looking from one to the other, like a spectator at a tennis match, a look of puzzlement on her face. ‘But she doesn’t even know him!’
There was an uncomfortable silence.
‘How can she be marrying him?’ continued Lulu, in disbelief. ‘If she hasn’t seen him since that day he ruined our lunch party and broke my heart into the bargain?’
‘He didn’t break your heart, darling,’ said her mother gently. ‘You’ve been back with Ned Vaughn ever since!’
But Lulu wasn’t listening. ‘Are you going to give us some kind of explanation, Millie? You’ve only met him once!’
The Countess’s eyes were shrewd. ‘I think you’ll find she’s met him a great deal more than once—haven’t you, Millie?’
Millie nodded, biting her lip, summoning up more courage than she had ever needed in her life.
‘When?’ snapped Lulu. ‘And where?’
‘At Chichester. And Cirencester. Once in Heathcote.’
Lulu’s eyes narrowed. ‘At horse fairs?’
‘That’s right. Well, where the horse fairs were being held. We didn’t actually go to any.’
There was silence for a moment, and then Millie drew a deep breath as she met the question in her sister’s eyes. Just tell it. Tell it the way it is—because that way you might be able to believe it yourself.
‘He wanted to see me again and thought we should meet up at places that I actually had a legitimate reason to visit—that it would be the best way to avoid suspicion.’
‘Why, you sneaky little cow!’
‘Lulu!’ said their mother warningly.
‘No,’ said Millie. ‘She has every right to say it. And more.’ Her voice was even lower than usual. ‘I’m truly sorry, Lulu—I really am. I didn’t mean for it to happen, and neither did he. It just did.’
Lulu gave a high, forced laugh. ‘You little fool!’ she spat. ‘Don’t you know he’s just been spinning you a line to get you into bed? Your first lover! Don’t you realise that for a man who has everything—and has had everything—a woman’s virginity is something you can’t put a price on?’
‘We haven’t…’ Millie’s words tailed off as she registered the incredulous look on Lulu’s face. ‘Nothing has happened between us, and nothing will—at least not until after the wedding. That’s the way Gianferro wants it.’
“‘That’s the way Gianferro wants it!”’ mimicked Lulu furiously.
‘I wanted you to be the first to know, Lulu—’
‘Well, thanks! Thanks for nothing!’ Lulu’s eyes narrowed again, and this time her rage reminded Millie of the time when she had been turned down for the starring role in the school pantomime. ‘You must have told him!’
‘Told him what?’
‘That I’d been…’ Her breathing quickened. ‘Did you blab about me and Ned? Did you tell him that we’d been lovers?’
‘Of course I didn’t!’ Millie cried, appalled.
‘There’s no “of course” about it! You were obviously determined to get your hooks into him, and it seems you’ve succeeded! Or are you really expecting me to believe that he came here with me in mind and changed his mind when he saw you?’
‘I don’t know how or why it happened,’ said Millie miserably. ‘It just did.’
‘Well, may I offer you my congratulations, darling?’ came a gentle voice, and Millie jerked her head up, looking at her mother with tear-filled eyes. ‘We must be glad for your sister, Lulu,’ she added firmly.
‘You just want one of your daughters to marry into Royalty!’ said Lulu crossly. ‘You don’t care which one!’
‘Nonsense! You’ll be perfectly happy as a wealthy landowner’s wife, ordering Ned here, there and everywhere—you know you will. Gianferro would never have suited you, my darling—you’re much too independent of spirit.’
Lulu looked slightly mollified, but she wasn’t finished with her sister yet. ‘And do you really think—with your zero experience of men—that
