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One night: that was all it had taken She’d watched hiht for air

She needed air now

She wandered to the end of the corridor and climbed the stairs that led up to the roof terrace

Their wedding was three days away but already a huge transfor there once the nuptials were done White tables and chairs were laid out to the specifications of their wedding planner She stared at as to be the top table, a sharp pang lancing her as she thought of sitting there without either her grandfather or her brother by her side

A part of her wanted to call Rocco, was desperate to hear his voice But she would not Christian still bore the reiven him, the black eye now a pale yellow, but still evident if you looked closely enough Unless he was prepared to apologise and accept her hts away from her brother, she headed to the back of the terrace, the part that overlooked the huge gardens Far in the distance sat the ashed chapel they were tosun, as if it inking at her She readied her camera and fired off a couple of shots

Shephotos of people but one day she wanted to be able to show her child everything about their parents’ big day She’d been nine when she’d stu photos Until that time she’d never believed her father had ever smiled, not once in his whole life But, of course, it had been the pictures of her mother that had meant the most to her

Whenever she was asked the question of who her biggest influences were as a photographer, she always said Annie Leibovitz and Mario Testino, but in truth it was her parents’ wedding photographer He had brought them to life in a manner that had touched her deeply and made her see them as people in love

She wondered if Christian had photos of his parents’ wedding day and if he ever looked at them

Christian It disturbed her how badly she wanted to know everything about hi that had shaped hiether but it was like a se

Resolve filled her She looked at her watch If she hurried, she should be able to catch him before he left the hotel for his first appointment of the day

CHAPTER EIGHT

MINUTES LATER SHE knocked on his door, her ca round her neck

She sensedthrough the spyhole

And there he stood, skin da but a torapped around his hips