Later in my own room I stretched my length on my luxurious mattress unable to sleep, going over once again in my mind the content of my call to Charles. I hated having to deceive him, knowing that when I finally return home, I would have to hurt him further.
Whatever were Blake’s reasons for deceiving me to stay at the Villa, there had been a falling as far as the relationship between Charles and me was concerned. I knew I could never marry him knowing that I was still in love with Blake.
I wished desperately that I had never come to Milan. I was in no doubt that I could have made Charles happy but as things stood now, all our lives had been thrown off course. I rolled angrily on my back and stared unseeingly at the white painted ceiling. Not only were my own plans ruined, but I had
