Summer
“Better stake your claim, before any of these girls get any ideas about your husband, dear.” I looked down at Mrs Barsetti, and realised she was also looking at him and the woman by his side. She had been aware of my fascination with Gabriel, and she had been the mother I don’t remember, funny, loving, always encouraging me and Kat to go and get what we desired. Now, unaware of how much had changed, she said, “I am so happy that you finally got what you always wanted, the man of your dream, eh?”
I nodded, a smile on my face. But inside my blood was boiling. He had brought me here, after forcefully binding us in a contract of marriage, with a clause for fidelity and here he was… The f*****g bastard. I tipped my glass back, gulping down the remaining champagne. I needed something st
