Bound By The Sultan's Baby. Carol Marinelli

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      It showed off Mona’s slender figure, and the bright white was indeed the perfect shade against her olive skin.

      ‘If only she had listened to you in the first place,’ Fleur muttered. ‘We are going to be late for the hotel.’

      ‘It’s all taken care of,’ Gabi assured her, checking her list on her tablet. ‘We’re right on schedule.’

      Ahead of it, in fact, because now that the dress had been chosen, everything else, Gabi knew, would fall more easily into place.

      Measurements had already been taken but fitting dates could not yet be made. Gabi assured Rosa she would call her just as soon as they had finalised the wedding date.

      They climbed back into the car and were driven through the wet streets of Rome towards the Grande Lucia but, again, Mona wasn’t happy. ‘I went to a wedding at the Grande Lucia a few years ago and it was so...’ Mona faltered for a moment as she struggled with a word to describe it. ‘Tired-looking.’

      ‘Not now it isn’t.’ Gabi shook her head. ‘It’s under new management, well, Alim has been...’ It was Gabi who now faltered but she quickly recovered. ‘Alim has been the owner for a couple of years and there have been considerable renovations; the hotel is looking magnificent.’

      Even saying his name made her stumble a little and blush.

      Gabi saw Alim only occasionally but she thought about him a lot.

      Their paths rarely crossed but if Gabi was organising a wedding at the Grande Lucia and Alim happened to be in residence at the time then her heart would get a rare treat, and she was secretly hoping for one today.

      ‘Let’s just see how you feel once you’ve actually seen the Grande Lucia for yourself,’ Gabi suggested. ‘Remember, though, that it’s terribly hard to get a booking there, especially at such short notice.’

      ‘Fleur doesn’t seem to think it will be a problem,’ Mona said with a distinct edge to her voice, and Gabi watched as she shot a look towards the mother of the groom. From all Gabi had gleaned, Fleur had agreed to finance the wedding on the condition that it was held there.

      ‘It won’t be,’ Fleur responded.

      Gabi wasn’t so sure.

      Marianna, the co-ordinator, was rather inflexible at the best of times and they wanted this wedding to be held in just over two weeks!

      They made good time as the streets were comparatively empty. The rush of Christmas was over and even the Colosseum was closed to visitors.

      Gabi stifled a yawn, wishing that she could put up her own Do not disturb sign to the world for a while.

      She had hoped to spend the Christmas break going over the plans for starting her own business. Instead, she had again been called in to work through her leave. She was tired.

      Almost too tired to keep alive the dream of one day owning her own business.

      She had started working for Matrimoni di Bernadetta when she was eighteen and had hoped that it would provide the experience she needed to one day go it alone.

      Six years later, at the age of twenty-four, that prospect seemed no brighter.

      Bernadetta had made very sure of that—there was barely time to think, let alone act on her own dreams.

      Still, she truly loved her job.

      Gabi looked up as the gorgeous old building came into view and they soon pulled up at the entrance.

      The car door was opened for them by the doorman, Ronaldo.

      ‘Ben tornato,’ Ronaldo said, and Gabi realised that it was Fleur and not she he was welcoming back.

      Fleur must be a guest. And a favoured one too from the attention that Ronaldo gave her.

      As Gabi got out there was a flutter of excitement at the thought that she might soon see Alim.

      He was always polite, even if he was somewhat aloof. She didn’t take it personally. Alim was the same with everyone and maintained a certain distance. There was just an air of mystery to him that had Gabi entranced. An entire floor of the Grande Lucia served as Alim’s residence when he was in Rome, and so, through the hotel industry grapevine, Gabi knew more than a little of his reputation. He loved beautiful women and dated as many of them as he could—though one night with him was all they would ever get.

      Breakfast was definitely not included in this particular package. In fact, according to Sophie, a friend of Gabi’s and a maid at the Grande Lucia, cold and callous were the most frequent words used to describe him by his lovers after they had been discarded.

      That didn’t seem right to Gabi for she always felt warm in his gaze, and when it came to business, his professionalism was never in doubt.

      Still, Sophie had told her, for all the tears there were perks for, rumour had it the reward for time spent in Alim’s arms came in the shape of a diamond.

      It sounded crass.

      Until you saw Alim.

      He was completely out of her league, of course, and that was not her being self-effacing. He veered towards slender blondes of the supermodel kind, and women who definitely knew the ropes in the bedroom.

      Apparently he had no inclination to teach.

      Gabi didn’t mind in the least that Alim was utterly unattainable, for it made it safe for her to dream of him.

      There was no sign that he was there when she walked through the brass revolving doors and into the magnificent foyer of the Grande Lucia.

      It was almost perfection.

      Stunning crimson carpet and silk walls were elegant—even sensual, perhaps—and worked well against the dark wooden furnishings. The space was vast and the ceilings high, yet there was an intimate feel from the moment you walked in, alongside the lovely buzz of a busy hotel.

      As a centrepiece, there was a huge, crimson floral display.

      Yes, almost perfect.

      Gabi had an eye for detail and this arrangement irked her. It never varied, or moved with the times. Instead, there was a perpetual display of deep red roses and carnations and it had become a slight bone of contention when Gabi had negotiated on behalf of her brides.

      Marianna came to greet them and took the trio for coffee at one of several intimate lounges just off the foyer.

      There they went through a few details and though Marianna was delighted to announce that there was an opening in just over two weeks, she was not going to make it easy for the bride.

      ‘I do need to verify dates with the owner,’ Marianna said. ‘We’re expecting some VIP guests at the hotel in January so security will be particularly tight. I’m not sure we’ll be able to accommodate you then. Alim has asked to be informed before any dates are locked in...’ She paused and looked up. ‘Oh, there he—’

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