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him.

      But Luka had heard from a couple of people about that last wild night in Bordo Del Cielo.

      ‘I just wanted to warn you in case it makes things awkward for you and Shandy. Will you be there?’ Luka asked again.

      ‘I shall be,’ Matteo said. ‘I’m not sure about Shandy, though.’ For reasons of his own he did not, even to his friend, reveal that he and Shandy were over.

      ‘We’re flying out early Saturday,’ Luka said.

      ‘I’ll make my own way,’ Matteo said. ‘I have an appointment that morning, but I can only stay till the Sunday evening, though. I have to get to Dubai.’

      ‘Can you reschedule that? Given that I’m not going to go through with the wedding it’s going to be a helluva mess. It would be good if you could—’

      ‘Sorry. I can’t.’

      Matteo hung up the phone.

      Of course he could have rescheduled but it was safer not to.

      He had kept her away for the next few days.

      It would be impossible after that.

      Oh, before the wedding there would be plenty to keep them busy, but by the Sunday night...

      Even if it meant letting down his best friend, Matteo would not be staying for Luka’s wedding night.

      He wanted one more time with Bella.

      But that would be foolish at best.

       CHAPTER THREE

      BELLA SAT IN Alfeo’s office, chewing her nails.

      She could not afford even a single day without work. Most of her savings had been depleted helping Sophie to face Luka.

      The rest she kept for herself—Bella did not consider it her money to spend. It was to go towards giving her mother a headstone for her grave, for she had heard that Malvolio had made sure Maria had received a pauper’s funeral.

      But it wasn’t just that she might be about to lose her job that had Bella anxious and close to tears.

      It was seeing Matteo again.

      The vision of him with his fiancée still danced before her eyes. His use of the word lover for another woman had, despite brave, taunting words to him, shaken Bella to her very core.

      She loathed his beauty, his arrogance and his passion. She loathed everything about him if it was not aimed at her.

      Sure, she had read about his many women over the years.

      It had been hell, though, seeing it with her own eyes.

      Yes, she had engineered this morning.

      Even though she’d known he had booked for two, Bella knew how short-lived his relationships were and had hoped against hope that she might find him alone. In the little fantasy that her mind had created, the agony of finding him with another woman, and intimately too, had not been properly factored in.

      No, tipping the water over Matteo and his lover had been no accident.

      * * *

      ‘Bella.’

      She stood when Alfeo entered but he gestured for her to sit down.

      ‘I am sorry about this morning,’ Bella started. ‘In five years of service there have been no incidents...’

      Alfeo wasn’t so sure about that! ‘What about the dress that went missing that time and was found in your locker?’

      Bella’s teeth ground together. ‘The guest had put the dress in the bin.’

      ‘And the same guest called Housekeeping a few hours later to say that she had changed her mind and could we go through the garbage...’

      Bella pulled a face...typical of the clientele here that they would have the staff rummage through garbage on a whim.

      ‘I gave you the benefit of the doubt that time,’ Alfeo said, and Bella did her best not to roll her eyes. She had been given the benefit only because she’d known that items tossed aside by wealthy guests all too often found their way into Alfeo’s locker.

      ‘What about the perfume that went missing earlier this week?’

      ‘I spilt that.’

      ‘Straight into a little decanter,’ Alfeo said, and Bella met his eyes and lied.

      ‘No.’

      She had stolen just the little she’d needed, enough to fill the vial in her mother’s heavy crystal bottle, the one her father had given to Maria.

      Bella was a survivor and she wasn’t too proud to take from bins if it meant she could keep her dressmaking dreams alive, and thank God that she had because she had been able to fashion an elegant wardrobe for Sophie. And, yes, she had taken a smudge of perfume from a huge bottle but that was so Sophie could go to Luka smelling as she deserved to.

      ‘You remind me of a magpie, Bella. If it glitters, if it catches your beady eyes, then you want it,’ Alfeo said, but as Bella opened her mouth to argue he got to the point. ‘But all that aside, what happened this morning defies logic. The ice bucket stand was still standing, yet you say that you tripped and knocked it over.’

      ‘I wasn’t aware that you were re-creating a crime scene.’ Bella struggled to hold her tongue.

      ‘It might just as well be a crime scene! How the hell do I explain this in a report? Matteo Santini is looking to buy this place. We are trying to show the hotel in its very best light and you choose to give our most important guests a morning bed bath. What the hell were you thinking?’

      She gave in then. Given what had happened, there was no way she could keep her job.

      ‘Can I at least have a reference?’ Bella asked.

      ‘Saying what? That Bella Gatti is a liar when she chooses to be, as well as an occasional thief...’

      ‘You could always say that Bella Gatti is a hard worker,’ Bella argued. ‘That she works ten-hour days and often stays well past that, all without complaint.’

      ‘Or I could tell you that Bella Gatti is on her final warning,’ Alfeo said, and he put her out of her misery. ‘I’ve just come from speaking with Mr Santini. He was most insistent that he does not want you fired but has asked that you take leave for the remainder of this week. I doubt he wants his fiancée to know that he has spared you,’ Alfeo said. ‘He checks out on Sunday, so you can resume work the next day.’

      She sat there, completely stunned, as Alfeo spoke on.

      ‘Bella, know that I’m watching you. I still don’t believe this morning was an accident.’

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