Chapter 8During tea in the drawing room Rafe’s mother approached him. Some of the guests, including Edie, had already left since the shoot was only for the morning on Sunday. Ivo had not spoken to him since their encounter with Isola. He had avoided Rafe’s gaze and stood apart from the guests, not talking to anyone, but it hadn’t hampered his appetite. The young man stood beside the tea table eating one cucumber sandwich after another until Osgood walked over and removed the plate to carry around to the remaining guests. The look of outrage on Ivo’s face made Rafe want to laugh, but without pause Ivo took a handful of scones and his cup of tea to a corner and continued to eat.
“Are his parents starving him? He’s eaten like a horse since he got here. They can’t be that poor?”
“No, Mother,
