Chapter 44

Later in my 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 Don. I hated having to deceive him, knowing that when I finally return home, I would have to hurt him further. Whatever Marc's reasons for deceiving me to stay at the Villa, there had been a falling as far as the relationship between Don and me was concerned. I knew I could never marry him knowing that I was still in love with Marc. I wished desperately that I had never come to Milan. I was in no doubt that I could have made Don 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 a dreadful suspicion that Marc was making a disastrous mistake in choosing Bella for his next wife but it was always expected, I was just a passing relationship for him. I was forced to admit that my opinion was heavily biased