Chapter 17Carlotta heard the honk of a car horn and reached for her umbrella.
“That's Justin at the door, Carlo. He's just parked outside. Enjoy the grand prix on the telly. I wish I was watching it with you. Singapore today isn't it?” she called.
Carlo came out of the den to embrace his wife. He marvelled, that even with her hair scraped back in a band and no make-up on her face, she looked stunning.
“What will you be wearing at the shoot today?” he inquired. “Are you filming in a studio?”
“Evening wear, in a city centre hotel, mock catwalk show, hence this,” she replied, grabbing the handle of a wheeled suitcase. “Five pairs of my size eights. I was asked to bring black or silver shoes because it's for a Christmas catalogue. The whole shoot is to be practically monochrome. Typical Ju
