The Helen Bianchin Collection. HELEN BIANCHIN

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       CHAPTER TWO

      ‘GRAZIELLA tells me you have a boutique on Toorak Road,’ Camille began soon after they were seated. ‘I must call in and check it out.’

      ‘Please do,’ Hannah said civilly, for what else could she say? Miguel was engaged in conversation with Peter Trenton, exploring the mores of legalese.

      ‘Do you carry a range of accessories?’

      A hired waitress began serving the first course, a delicate clear broth.

      ‘A small selection of scarves, belts,’ Hannah elaborated. ‘Exclusive hosiery.’

      Camille lifted an expressive eyebrow. ‘Miguel has no objection?’

      ‘To what, specifically?’ she countered, reluctant to play Camille’s game.

      ‘Your little hobby.’

      Considering the hours she worked, the responsibility to her clients, the sheer expertise required in running a successful business, the Frenchwoman’s words were an insult…as they were meant to be.

      Hannah summoned a sweet smile. ‘He’s relieved I have something constructive to do with my time.’

      ‘Surely he would prefer you to be available for him?’

      Hannah looked at the Frenchwoman, caught the avaricious gleam apparent, and opted for blatant honesty. ‘On call to accommodate his slightest whim?’

      Camille spread her hands expressively. ‘Why…naturally, darling. If you don’t, there are others who will oblige.’

      ‘Such as you?’ There was nothing like going direct for the jugular!

      Camille appeared to choose her words with care. ‘He’s a very wealthy man, is he not?’

      ‘And wealth is everything?’

      Camille’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. ‘It wields a power of its own.’

      ‘A reciprocal power.’ There was no need for pretence. It was no secret the Santanas-Martinez marriage had been conveniently arranged to legally combine two family fortunes.

      ‘Power versus sexual attraction,’ Camille pondered. ‘Which would Miguel choose, do you think?’

      Hannah held Camille’s gaze, and discarded subtlety. ‘I would say he already has.’

      The other woman glanced at the wide baguette diamond wedding ring adorning Hannah’s left hand. ‘Most men will stray, given sufficient provocation.’

      She wanted to dispute the words. Insist with total knowledge that Miguel was not most men, and his fidelity and loyalty to her were a given.

      The soup plates were removed and a starter served. Hannah looked at the artistically displayed smoked salmon dribbled with a caper sauce nestling in a nest of finely cut salad, and felt her appetite diminish.

      Tension curled inside her stomach, and she took a sip of wine, then picked up her fork and attempted to do justice to the starter.

      Miguel was an attractive man, possessed of a primitive masculinity that drew women like a magnet. There had been occasions when she’d been mildly amused by other women’s attempts at coquetry, all too aware the flirtation was merely a harmless game.

      Instinct warned her that Camille didn’t fit into the harmless category, and that bothered her more than she cared to admit, for it raised questions to which she had no answers.

      Could Miguel be tempted? Would he be sufficiently cavalier to indulge in an extra-marital affair? Somehow she didn’t think so, but did she really know?

      Theirs was a mutually convenient marriage that had business as its base. Love wasn’t an issue…at least, not on Miguel’s part. He cared for her, and she told herself it was enough.

      One thing she was sure of—she wanted a relationship built on trust and loyalty. Not fabrication and empty excuses.

      ‘Not hungry?’

      Hannah turned towards her husband, met his steady gaze and glimpsed an indefinable quality in the depth of those dark eyes.

      She summoned a light smile. ‘Concern, Miguel?’ His close proximity had a disturbing effect, for it made her aware of his exclusive brand of cologne meshing with freshly laundered cotton. His olive-toned skin was smooth, yet there was the hint of shadow despite the fact he’d only shaved an hour before.

      ‘For you? Always.’

      ‘Protecting your investment,’ she ventured quietly, and caught the faintest glimmer of anger evident. So fleeting, she wondered if she’d imagined it.

      ‘Of course,’ he agreed silkily, and she tried to view the arrival of a superb paella with enthusiasm.

      Camille seemed bent on engaging Miguel in conversation, and Hannah turned to the guest seated next to her and found herself caught up in an animated dissertation on the merits of boarding school education within Australia versus exclusive establishments overseas. Something which lasted until the paella was eaten, the plates removed, and a delicate seafood stew was served.

      ‘Graziella mentioned you have an interest in the fashion scene,’ Hannah ventured, in a bid to distract Camille’s attention from Miguel.

      ‘I model.’

      Two words that supposedly said it all, Hannah reflected. ‘Any particular fashion house?’

      Camille proffered a haughty smile. ‘Whoever offers the highest fee.’

      ‘I was in Paris for the latest season’s showing,’ she mentioned conversationally, aware she hadn’t seen Camille on the catwalks. Such striking looks wouldn’t have escaped her notice, she was sure.

      ‘I did Milan and Rome.’ Camille lifted a hand and smoothed back a fall of hair in a gesture designed to focus attention on beautifully lacquered nails and her superb facial bone structure.

      It had undoubtedly taken her hours to dress and perfect her make-up. Far removed from the nineteen minutes Hannah had allowed herself!

      The main course comprised pescado a la sal served with a delicious salad, and she ate a small portion of the delicate fish flesh with contrived enjoyment.

      ‘I believe we have a mutual friend,’ Camille commented as Hannah finished the last of her salad.

      It seemed possible, given their combined knowledge of the European fashion industry. ‘I’m sure we have,’ Hannah agreed as she lifted her goblet and took a sip of СКАЧАТЬ