Alessandro's Prize. Helen Bianchin

a trifle wryly as he caught a glimpse of Sophia on the point of rejoining them.

      ‘I am so sorry,’ Sophia apologized. ‘I became caught up with one of the sponsors responsible for contributing to next week’s charity gala.’

      ‘Who undoubtedly agreed to increase his original donation,’ Alessandro ventured, and was rewarded by Sophia’s sparkling agreement.

      ‘It is going to be a magnificent event. Tomorrow,’ she added, gifting Lily a warm smile, ‘we shop for something spectacular for each of us to wear.’

      ‘Sounds like a plan,’ Lily agreed.

      It was late when Sophia suggested they should leave, and Lily glanced idly at the well-lit streets as Alessandro negotiated traffic.

      The after-party had been a fascinating experience, completing an exceptional day … and Lily said as much as they entered Alessandro’s apartment.

      ‘Thank you,’ she added with genuine appreciation, and gave Sophia a warm hug. Then she turned towards Alessandro and offered a smile. ‘Grazie.’

      ‘My pleasure.’

      His dark gaze encompassed them both. ‘Shall we have coffee?’

      ‘I’ll pass,’ Lily declined, ‘and head for bed.’

      ‘Sleep well, cara,’ Sophia bade gently, and watched Lily ascend the stairs, aware Alessandro’s attention mirrored her own. With a quiet smile she tucked a hand beneath his arm. ‘Let’s have that coffee.’

      In the kitchen he spooned ground coffee beans into the espresso machine, then he filled two demitasse cups with the dark aromatic brew, set both cups on the table and gave the woman seated opposite a quizzical look.

      ‘This is not about the coffee.’

      Sophia met his gaze with a degree of solemnity. ‘No.’

      He took a seat and offered a wry smile. ‘Lily.’

      Sophia was silent for a few measurable seconds. ‘I would hate to see her hurt,’ she said gently.

      ‘Will it ease your mind if I assure you that is not my intention?’

       ‘Sì.’

      A simple affirmative, one she had no hesitation in giving. ‘Buona fortuna, Alessandro.’

      Dark eyes gleamed with a tinge of humour. ‘I may need it.’