He could spend his time with the beautiful Princess Borghese or somebody sophisticated like her.
Alina had not forgotten that he had told her how chic Italian women were.
If he admired them, there was no doubt that they would admire him hugely as he was so handsome and aristocratic.
‘I must be sensible,’ she told herself. ‘It was an adventure that I shall always remember, but it is no longer part of my life and I will have to learn to live without it from now on.’
What she was really thinking was that she would have to live without Marcus Teverton.
However sensible she tried to be about it, the agony was still there in her heart.
Her love seemed to grow as swiftly as the train carried her out of his life and back into her own.
*
It was now the fifth day since she had returned home.
