Chapter Four
Antonia flitted down the villa stairs in search of her husband. Hearing voices coming from the back of the house, she tiptoed cautiously through the corridor leading to the kitchen. She wore a simple, but stylish, white sundress Rupert had bought on their honeymoon in Valencia. Against the soft white silk, her wild hair looked like rivers of black ink spilling onto the fabric. Her feet were bare, except for the blood-red polish on the nails and the silver toe-rings that Rupert had bestowed on her as if they were sacred ornaments. Her lip color matched her toes and she smelled like peaches and vanilla, the scents she used in her morning bath.
She knocked on the kitchen door, which was ajar, and peeked inside.
“Antonia!” Rupert looked startled by her presence.
“I thought I
