add to the Constantin empire.
But it was only human nature, he had assured himself, to wonder what would happen to Beaufort and Carnarvon if they were left to the mercy of a twenty-year-old girl with a mother who had a reputation of having only one use for money and that was to spend it—perhaps that was why they hadn’t been left to her in the first place?
Whatever, he thought, coming back to the present as he watched his wife brush her hair vigorously then pause and conduct a few bars of Finlandia using her brush as a baton. He’d had to do nothing but go with the flow from that point on. Tatiana had appeared to welcome his attentions and enjoy his company.
On the lovemaking front he’d learnt that she was rather shy. He had strongly suspected she was a virgin and would like to remain one until she was married. But as their relationship had progressed he’d found that she trembled in his arms and enjoyed his kisses. By the time they’d got engaged he’d been sure that, whatever his feelings were, Tatiana Beaufort was more than a ‘little’ in love with him.
So what had happened? he wondered, not for the first time. She had consistently refused to explain where she’d gained her knowledge of his mistress, and if she’d known all along it was an arranged marriage, why leave it until then to tell him? Had she ever been even a ‘little’ in love with him?
Finlandia, and Tatiana, still armed with her brush, came to a stirring conclusion, then she whirled round and saw him leaning against the doorpost. And in the moment before she spoke he saw the rush of colour that came to her cheeks and the momentary look of vulnerability that came to her eyes. Because she’d been caught conducting an imaginary orchestra, he pondered, or because of him?
‘Alex! How long have you been there?’ she asked laughingly, almost immediately recovered.
‘Long enough to be impressed by your conducting skills.’
‘Oh, that’s not fair!’ she protested. ‘I had no idea you were home.’
He straightened. ‘Don’t be embarrassed, Tattie. I have the urge to do the same sometimes. How was Perth?’
‘Lovely.’ She sighed. ‘Lovely and cool! I had great fun getting out all my winter clothes and sitting in front of a fire. What have you been up to?’
‘The same.’ He shrugged. ‘By the way, happy anniversary!’ And he put the gift box into her hand.
She sobered and looked up into his dark eyes. ‘I…Alex, you didn’t have to get me a present.’
‘No,’ he agreed.
‘Then…why?’
‘I’m quite sure your mother and my parents will be dying to know what I bought you. And I’m quite sure they believe you merit a present for being such a good little wife to me, and you have—for the most part.’
Tattie swallowed visibly. ‘You’re angry,’ she said quietly.
‘Not angry,’ he denied. ‘Puzzled. And wondering what is in store for the second year of our marriage or—if there is to be one?’ He looked down at her with a thoughtfully raised eyebrow.
Tattie looked away and turned the box over in her hands. ‘The thing is, I…haven’t made up my mind…yet.’
He smiled satanically. ‘Are you asking for another year, Tattie?’
‘No.’ She squared her shoulders and looked up at him.
‘But I would like to discuss it with you and I don’t think now is the right time. For one thing we’ll be late.’ A smile touched her mouth. ‘Think how anxious that would make your mother!’
‘Very well,’ he said after a long, searching moment, and took the gift box out of her hands. ‘In the meantime, allow me to do this.’ He drew the necklace out of the box and she gasped much as Paula had done as the river of stunning pearls ran through his fingers and the intricate white and pink Argyle diamond clasp caught the overhead light and reflected it radiantly. ‘Turn around.’
‘Alex,’ she breathed, ‘it’s beautiful, but I don’t—’
‘Tattie, just do as you’re told,’ he commanded.
‘But I’ll feel a fraud, Alex,’ she protested.
‘You are a fraud, Mrs Constantin,’ he reminded her, and grinned wickedly as she opened her mouth to accuse him of the same thing. ‘No, don’t say it. You shouldn’t have agreed to this party in the first place if that’s how you feel.’
She subsided, then looked frustrated. ‘You may be able to twist your mother around your little finger but I can’t. She…she just flatly insisted on a party.’
‘My dear, if I could twist my mother around my little finger, not to mention your mother, neither of us would be in this mess. Since we are, however, I intend to put a good face on it and so should you. Turn around, Tattie.’
She stared at him with her lips parted and confusion in her eyes for a long moment, then did as she was bid.
‘There,’ he said, and felt her tremble as his fingers touched the skin of her neck. ‘Mmm.’ He turned her back. ‘Perfect,’ he murmured. ‘Have I told you about strand synergy, Tattie?’
He traced the lie of the pearls down her skin and across the top of her breasts beneath the blue material of her dress and back up to her neck, and he saw her take an unexpected breath.
Then she began to recite, as if it was a lesson she’d learned, ‘The art of choosing the right pearls to put together and drilling and knotting them so the strand drapes like a piece of silk rather than dangling around the wearer’s neck.’
‘You’ve done your homework,’ he said humorously, and turned her again, this time in the direction of her dressing-table mirror. ‘What do you think?’
Tattie took another breath as she studied the pearls in the mirror, but he thought that the whole picture was absorbing her more than the pearls themselves, the two of them close together in the mirror.
She closed her eyes suddenly and said, ‘Yes, quite perfect. Thank you so much.’
But, as her lashes fluttered up, their gazes caught in the mirror. And he saw the surprise in her eyes as he said softly, ‘You’re quite perfect too, Mrs Constantin, and your skin is a perfect background for these pearls, it has its own beautiful lustre.’
This time he traced the outline of her oval face and looked down her figure in the lovely dress and thought that she really was exquisite in her own way. Like a delicate figurine, smooth and softly curved but at the same time full of life and laughter.
‘Give me ten minutes to shower and change,’ he said then, wresting his mind from his wife’s physical perfections, and went to turn away but paused. ‘Tattie, there’s one other unfortunate aspect to tonight’s party.’
She was standing quite still, as he’d left her, and she blinked a couple of times as if she was having trouble redirecting her attention. ‘There is?’ she asked a little blankly.
He grimaced. ‘I only saw the guest list today when my mother dropped it into the office. Leonie Falconer
