The Italians: Alessandro, Luca & Dizo. Rebecca Winters

aloof, Lily accorded, and couldn’t help wondering if there was pandemonium behind the scenes as egos clashed in discord.

      Yet on the runway the presentation went like clockwork, there were envious nods from those in the audience who were contracted to record the day for numerous fashion magazines.

      It was a privilege to be there, and Lily turned to Sophia as she offered a genuine thank you, accompanied by an impulsive fleeting kiss to her aunt’s cheek.

      ‘You are enjoying the day, cara?’

      ‘Very much.’

      There were some familiar personages present, women who held high positions with prestigious fashion magazines. New York, Paris, London. Easily recognizable were a few members of royalty, and three actresses seated front-row centre.

      Then the music changed, and her attention returned to the runway where a famed designer provided an awe-inspiring cavalcade that drew murmurs of appreciation.

      It was as the last in a series of models disappeared backstage that Lily experienced a faint prickle of awareness settle at the back of her neck, and she glanced at Sophia in time to see Alessandro slip into a seat next to her aunt.

      There was a brief moment when she caught his smile, managed an acknowledging nod in response, and attempted to dispel his powerful image without much success.

      He was an advocate of fashion?

      Perhaps he was deciding to gift a designer original to his current mistress?

      As if it were any concern of hers …

      So why the sudden shaft of … what? Disappointment?

      How crazy was that? She didn’t even particularly like him. No, that wasn’t entirely true. He aroused thoughts she didn’t want to entertain with any man … especially him. So why this increased sense of awareness? Almost as if her body was at total variance with her mind.

      Get with the programme, for heaven’s sake, she silently bade as she focused her attention on the runway.

      Sky-high heels, platform soles, boots—ankle, mid-calf and mid-thigh. Sandals with straps winding up to mid-calf. Fascinating, thrilling … out of this world. And mostly impractical for everyday wear.

      ‘I can almost feel my feet wincing in sympathy,’ Sophia offered quietly, and Lily bit back a light chuckle.

      ‘I suggest we leave soon,’ Alessandro indicated. ‘We’ll have dinner, then return to my apartment to change in time to attend the after party at the hotel.’

      ‘An excellent idea,’ Sophia agreed, while Lily hid a degree of surprise.

      Not to mention the faint onset of nerves. Crazy, she dismissed. Except she didn’t want to experience the slight edginess his presence generated. Or the feeling he saw more than she felt comfortable with. For it was almost as if he could divine her mind … aware of the complexity of her thought process.

      None of which sat well as she faced the evening in his company. Except what other choice did she have?

      Alessandro chose an elegant restaurant full of belle epoque charm, which offered high quality fare Lily noted as she perused the menu.

      Instead of a main, she selected an exquisite pasta dish as an entree and opted for a light fruit confection for dessert.

      Intimate table seating ensured she was aware of the subtle tones of his exclusive cologne, the clean smell of fresh linen … dammit, him … the masculinity he exuded with effortless ease, the sensual electricity apparent and a heightened sexuality that was intensely male.

      Dangerous to her peace of mind, and other more intimate parts of her body.

      How could she feel this way … now, when a matter of

      weeks ago she had been planning her own wedding to someone else?

      It didn’t make sense. Nor did it seem conceivable for the teenage crush she’d once had on Alessandro to linger in her subconscious mind for years, only to re-emerge with disturbing clarity when confronted with his presence.

      Get over it, Lily bade silently.

      Her own vulnerability, a combination of anger and hurt provided a simple explanation … one she chose to accept on the grounds that anything else defied analysis.

      ‘Busy day, caro?’ Sophia queried, and Lily saw a warm smile curve Alessandro’s generous mouth.

      Doubtless wheeling and dealing multimillion-dollar takeovers formed part of his everyday life, Lily accorded silently.

      ‘You were successful in acquiring the villa,’ Sophia stated, and paused to take a sip of her wine before replacing the goblet on the table. ‘It is charming, but in a sad state of disrepair.’

      ‘But structurally sound,’ Alessandro advised. ‘I have a team of experienced craftsmen on standby to begin work as soon as the plans are approved.’

      ‘A valuable investment,’ Sophia concluded.

      ‘An interest and a challenge,’ Lily offered.

      His dark eyes captured her own. ‘Much like a woman,’ he said smoothly, and glimpsed the momentary uncertainty before she quickly covered it with a degree of humour.

      ‘Achieve the necessary work to reach your goal.’ She paused imperceptibly. ‘Then move on to the next challenge.’

      ‘Inevitably with bricks and mortar,’ he drawled, pinning her with his dark gaze. ‘But not always with a woman.’

      Why did she get the sudden impression she was verging into dangerous waters? ‘Yet you have not taken the plunge into marriage.’

      ‘Are you concerned for my marital comfort?’

      Oh, my. Erotic images momentarily filled her mind before she successfully dismissed them. ‘Your progeny,’ she managed evenly. ‘And the future generation of Del Marco Industries.’

      For a moment she thought she caught a wicked gleam in those dark eyes, then it was gone, and she put it down to her vivid imagination.

      Sophia nodded. ‘It is something of which I remind him on occasion.’

      Why did the thought of Alessandro married cause her heart to plummet? And imagining him with another woman, a child or three … hurt?

      It didn’t make sense.

      ‘Shall we order coffee?’ Alessandro queried, and Sophia sent him a wry smile.

      ‘Always you evade the issue.’

      ‘And always I promise you will be the first to know when I find the right woman,’ he said gently.

      The sky was a dark indigo, and the air held an icy chill as they emerged from the restaurant a short while later.

      It was a relief to reach Alessandro’s car, the heating welcome as he took the north-west route to Magenta.

      His apartment was situated on the P.za Sant Ambrogio, comprising two levels, and the height of luxury with marble-tiled floors, elegant oriental rugs, beautiful rosewood furniture in the lounge and reception rooms. Four guest bedroom suites were situated upstairs, including the master suite.

      It wasn’t the image Lily held of a bachelor pad. Somehow she’d expected something less … refined. Instead there was a quiet elegance apparent, simpatico with the building itself with its stucco exterior and ornate window framing illuminated by street lighting.

      Whoever had organized the restoration had ensured the renovations combined modern-day luxury while maintaining the feel of a former era.

      It was in a word … lovely. And Lily offered the compliment with sincerity.

      ‘Grazie,’ Alessandro inclined. ‘It pleases me you approve. Will