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Oh, who cared what he thought of her? He didn’tthat was happening to her

She felt a tearing at her heart

Oh, Mum! If only you could have lived to see this—to see theme! Hoonderful that would have been!

The car was stopping and she frowned They were going down Piccadilly, nearing Hyde Park Corner, and she’d assu out towards the M4 and Heathrow But they were pulling up outside a flash hotel

Alexandros Lakaris was putting away his phone

‘What’s happening?’ she asked ‘Aren’t we going to the airport?’

‘The flight is tomorrow,’ ca You’ll stay at ht’

‘I can’t afford this place!’ she exclaimed, horrified

‘But your father can,’ Alexandros Lakaris informed her

Rosalie saw hisfaain in that disparaging way of his

‘He can also afford some new clothes for you before you fly out’

She thought she saw a sudden unholy glitter in those incredible dark eyes she was so conscious of, try as she ht not to be

‘You should go shopping,’ he was saying, and there was a strange quality in his voice—a kind of sed and pointed ‘There’ll be tiht’

His eyes flickered over her, doing things to her they shouldn’t but did all the sa She felt a sudden rush of ultra-self-consciousness that see her from the inside

‘And you e of the facilities here at the hotel,’ he went on in that same smooth voice ‘Hair salon, nail bar, beauty roo’