‘You’d better leave them here,’ Vincente said. ‘I’ll put them in the safe until then. Afterwards they can go to the bank-all except this.’
He’d taken her left hand and was putting a ring on the wedding finger, saying, ‘It’s your engagement ring. You can’t appear without one.’
‘Did you offer it to me on bended knee?’ she asked ironically.
He matched her, irony for irony. ‘I’m afraid I can’t remember.’
‘I don’t want them,’ she said suddenly.
‘What did you say?’
‘I don’t want these. You talk about a wedding gift, but it’s a business transaction, no more.’
‘There’s nothing wrong with a business transaction as long as it’s honest.’
She met his eyes. ‘Are we honest? Were we ever?’ She began to remove the diamonds.
‘Be careful,’ he snapped, brushing her hands aside and taking over. ‘They’re valuable. Do you want to break them?’
‘Valuable things get broken all the time, Vincente. We both know that, don’t we?’
He grimaced. ‘You’re right, of course. How could I have forgotten?’
At last the jewels were off and he replaced them in the safe.
‘Best if you return them to the jeweller,’ she said. ‘I shan’t wear them.’
He turned on her. ‘You will wear them because they are appropriate to
She gave a cruel laugh. ‘Perfectly clear. Ben himself couldn’t have said it any clearer.’
She stormed out, leaving Vincente to fight the temptation to thump the wall. That scene should have gone differently, with him making her a gift of diamonds and her perhaps even being a little pleased. Instead, she’d managed to drive him to the edge of his temper and he’d turned on her, hurling the gift at her contemptuously, thus justifying her worst thoughts about him.
Was that what she wanted? Did it give her a perverse pleasure to provoke his ugly side? He had a terrible feeling that this was exactly the truth.
As she showered and dressed Elise could hear the orchestra already beginning to play in the great ballroom where the party was to be held. Her hair was swept up in a style of elegant sophistication and her make-up was discreetly provocative.
She had changed, she thought. The woman who’d arrived in Rome months ago had considered herself experienced, but there had still been something unawakened about her. In retrospect she could see that. Regarding her reflection in the mirror now, she was struck by the difference. The face that looked back had learned many lessons-some ecstatic, some bitter. Good and bad, they would stay with her for ever.
There was a knock on her door.
‘Come in,’ she called.
Vincente entered, wearing evening attire and looking so handsome that she had to close her eyes in resistance.
‘I’ve brought your diamonds,’ he said.
‘Fine,’ she told him, smiling. ‘Please put them on for me but, before you do, can you zip up my dress?’
She turned her back to him, glancing over her shoulder so that she could catch his startled reaction to what he saw. The zip was a long one, reaching halfway down the swell of her hips and leaving no doubt about one thing.
‘You’re not wearing anything under that dress,’ Vincente said in a tense voice.
‘I can’t risk any lines underneath. You wouldn’t want me to look unsophisticated, would you?’
‘I’d want you to look decent,’ he snapped.
‘I will. Once you’ve zipped me up, nobody will see anything. The bust has support built in, so I’ll be entirely proper.’
‘That’s not the word I’d use.’
‘Just zip me up, please. People will be arriving soon.’
As though bored by the conversation, she turned her back on him completely, giving him a perfect view of silky skin. Scowling, he drew the zip up so that she was gradually enclosed. As she had said, from the outside her nakedness was impossible to detect.
But it was equally impossible to forget. It was there before his mind’s eye as he fastened the tiara, the earrings, the bracelet, the engagement ring and the necklace. When he’d done that, he rested his hands on her bare shoulders and their eyes met in the mirror.
She smiled, and it contained a message. She was letting him know that she could follow his thoughts right back to the first night they’d met. That night too, she’d worn nothing beneath her dress and he’d known, and later had accused her of inciting him deliberately. Which was true. The evening had been full of promise and excitement.
Now she was repeating the trick with the skill of a conjurer, but this time to underline how much had changed. No promise, no excitement, no hope. Only a blazing cynicism tormenting him with the reminder of what was over.
‘Satisfied?’ she asked lightly. ‘Will I do you credit? Will everyone look at me and know how much I cost?’
‘They’ll know I acquired the best,’ he agreed.
‘The best and most expensive. Don’t forget what really matters.’
‘Don’t talk like that.’
‘But surely you can pay me a compliment on how much my share value has risen tonight? Or will you wait until the end of the evening when you can judge the effect I’ve had?’
‘Be careful; you’ll leave bruises,’ she said, and he released her at once.
‘Let us at least try to seem amicable tonight,’ he suggested tensely.
‘Of course. You can rely on me to play my role to perfection.’
‘Then there’s no more to be said. Let’s go.’
As they walked towards the ballroom Elise caught a glimpse of them in a full-length mirror and thought how ironic it was that they made such a splendid, well-suited couple. Her appearance was dazzling, the diamonds and black silk setting each other off to perfection. And if there was a more handsome man in the room than Vincente, she would be surprised.
Their entrance into the ballroom was made down a flight of shallow marble steps. At the sight of them the crowd below burst into applause. Vincente drew her arm through his and, heads up, they walked down together.
There were nearly seven hundred guests, some of whom Elise had read about beforehand so that she was able to greet them knowledgeably. From the start instinct told her that she was making a good impression. The men gazed at her with frank appreciation, the women regarded her with envy, though whether they were eyeing her beauty, her diamonds or her husband she couldn’t be quite certain. She guessed a mixture of all three.
Secretly, she had to admit that she was glad of her jewels. They were costlier and more glamorous than those of any other woman there, and they marked her out as special.
There was an impressive number of government ministers present, also several film stars. One in particular-a young woman in her twenties who had just scored her first big success in Hollywood-gave Vincente a significant smile that made Elise wonder about their past.
Mentally she shrugged. What was it to her?
Attilo Vansini fulfilled all her expectations, being in his sixties with an unconvincing head of red hair, and an air of bonhomie that was almost violent. He kissed her hand repeatedly, paid a dozen compliments to her looks and demanded that she dance with him first.
‘But not before me,’ Vincente said, sliding his arm possessively around Elise’s waist. ‘After all, this is my bride.’
Vansini gave a riotous laugh. ‘I defer to love.’
Everyone applauded as the music struck up and the bridal couple began to dance, circling the floor alone.
‘He defers to love,’ Vincente said. ‘In their eyes we’re the perfect romantic couple.’
‘Don’t hold me so close,’ she said.
‘But I want to hold you close. I want to feel your legs moving against mine, and dream of how you look beneath
