Vanessa came back the next day.
Aurora had half expected it. There was something unfinished in the way she had left the kitchen the previous afternoon. Something in the set of her shoulders as she walked out that said this is not over, said quietly and to herself, but Aurora had heard it anyway.
She arrived at eleven in the morning while Damian was at the office.
Aurora was in the garden with a coffee and her book when she heard the doorbell and then heard Maria, one of the house staff, leading someone through to the back terrace. She looked up and there was Vanessa in a white dress and oversized sunglasses looking like she had stepped out of a magazine and knew it.
"I hope you do not mind," she said pleasantly. "I was passing."
People who were simply passing did not wear white dresse
