From Rome with Love: Escape the winter blues with the perfect feel-good romance!. Jules Wake

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suppose I’ll have to grovel, but some extra cash would be handy. I might have been able afford to go on holiday, except now it looks as if I’ll have to go tyre-shopping instead.’

      At Siena’s amused expression, Lisa poked her in the ribs. ‘Don’t look like that.’

      ‘You must be desperate,’ teased Siena.

      ‘I am, believe me.’ She picked at the beer mat on the table. ‘Clearly a case of better the job you know. Besides, I like it here.’ The pub drew people from miles around with its renowned gastro menu. ‘And most of the staff are lovely. No make that all of the staff, with one exception.’

      Siena didn’t say a word, just smiled serenely and chinked her glass against Lisa’s. ‘Salut.’

      ‘Cheers.’

      ‘What do you think I should do?’

      Lisa sat at Siena’s kitchen table, the open ring box in her hand.

      ‘Keep it,’ said Siena, taking it out of her hand and dancing across the kitchen, holding the ring up to the light so that the diamond sparkled.

      ‘Really?’ Lisa sat up straighter.

      ‘No, not really,’ Siena’s mouth turned down in sympathy. ‘It’s gorgeous. That’s a lot of carat.’

      Of course, Siena would know.

      ‘It’s real?’

      Siena nodded. ‘I’m pretty sure.’

      Lisa had explained the whole story to Siena and although she didn’t voice the bewilderment that her mother hadn’t left the ring to her, Siena had picked up on it and given her hand a quick squeeze. ‘Maybe your mum felt because they’d split up it should go back to his family.’

      A lump formed in Lisa’s throat. She was his family. His daughter. Although he’d clearly forgotten that. Anger flared and she lifted her chin. ‘I am family. I’d like to remind him of that.’

      He might have forgotten but, she gritted her teeth, when Nan went he would be all the family she had. Goosebumps prickled her skin. Nan had plenty of years left in her. She didn’t need to worry about that just yet.

      Siena’s face softened. ‘Who knows? Maybe your mother thought that if he got the ring after she died, he might come for you? Does he know she died?’

      ‘You’re too nice, Siena.’ Lisa sighed. ‘He wasn’t interested in having me. He came to the funeral. Nan didn’t like him much but she did let him know. He came. And left straight after the ceremony.’ She took in a breath, keeping her voice steady and fighting to contain the hurt. Left without her.

      ‘But,’ said Siena, handing the ring back with a rueful smile on her face, ‘I think you’ve already answered your own question, n’est ce pas?’

      Lisa’s mouth tightened. It was the right thing to do. She could do the right thing even if her father hadn’t been able to. A brief, unhappy smile lit her face at the thought of being able to take the moral high ground. Yes, she should return the ring and tell him exactly what she thought of him. She didn’t need him, or anything from him.

      She tapped the photograph. ‘He can have the ring back. I don’t want it. But I need to find him first. This photo is years old. The house might not even be there any more.’

      ‘You could go to Rome and find out.’

      Lisa whipped her head around and glared at Siena.

      ‘Yes, why didn’t I think of that?’ Her voice dripped with sarcasm. ‘I’ll hop on a plane and go to Rome. Silly me.’ Lisa rolled her eyes and shook her head, softening her next words. ‘I forgot you were an international jetsetter once upon a time. Unfortunately, it’s not that simple for us mere mortals, unless you have a handy jet standing by that I could borrow. And I don’t particularly want to meet my father. Just give him the ring back.’

      ‘Okay, not the best idea,’ said Siena with her usual understanding shrug. ‘But you could check the electoral roll. See if the Vettese family still lives there. That’s what I would do.’

      Lisa hadn’t thought that far ahead. If she were honest with herself, she’d been hoping it would prove impossible to track him down. She had a lot to say to him, if she ever got that far. The chicken side of her hoped she’d never find him.

      ‘That’s a great idea.’ She lifted her glass of Prosecco and chinked it against Siena’s.

      ‘You could ask Giovanni for some help. He can translate for you and explain how to find things like that out.’

      ‘Brilliant.’ Siena didn’t notice her half-hearted response.

      ‘I know,’ said Siena a touch smugly, with a ridiculously happy grin.

      ‘When is Jason back?

      ‘Tomorrow night.’ Siena giggled. ‘I spoke to him earlier. He’s very grumpy.’

      ‘I can imagine. He doesn’t strike me as a suit person at the best of times.’ Siena’s boyfriend, Jason, wore jeans all the time, although, she had to admit, he wore them well. He’d gone north to visit Siena’s sister, Laurie, and her boyfriend to have the suit fitting that he’d been ducking out of for several months.

      ‘He has to wear a cravat too.’ Siena tried to keep a serious face. ‘I don’t think any of that occurred to him when Cam asked him to be best man.’

      ‘What about you? All sorted on the bridesmaid front?’

      Siena snorted. ‘Done and dusted. Although I’m going up to see Laurie next week for a final fitting.’ She lifted her shoulders. ‘Or that’s my excuse. Laurie’s organising everything by herself. I want to give her some moral support. I’m the only family around,’ she paused, a tinge of sadness in her voice.

      Lisa had always thought that Siena’s mother must have been a bit of a cold fish, separating the two sisters when she split up from Laurie’s dad and taking Siena to live with her in France. They’d been reunited after some beyond-the-grave manipulation from their Uncle Miles, who’d engineered things so that Laurie ended up driving across Europe in a vintage Ferrari in the company of, according to Siena, the ‘utterly delicious Cam’, who’d subsequently proposed to Laurie. The wedding was due to take place at the end of the summer.

      Siena leaned over and laid a hand on Lisa’s forearm. ‘You should try to find your father, for your own sake. Maybe there’s another side to the story.’

      Lisa scowled. ‘I’m sure there is, but it won’t make any difference to me. He left me and my mum. I don’t owe him anything but the ring.’

       Chapter 3

      Lisa eyed the posters in the waiting room. She could probably recite the text on them word for word after the length of time they’d been waiting. Her head ached slightly, which was annoying after she’d turned down the rest of the bottle of Prosecco as she and Siena sat and watched Bridesmaids.

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