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.‘Meaning…?’ He rested his hands on her shoulders and swivelled her around so that she was forced to at least face his direction, although she cravenly kept her eyes pinned to the flag-tiled kitchen floor.Cristina took a deep breath and dived straight in.What choice did she have? She could continue making mysterious and bitter asides, but the truth was that sooner or later she would have to confront the issue and, who knew? Maybe she had misinterpreted Maria, or misheard.She had a fleeting moment’s peace of mind at the thought of that, of a perfectly harmless, innocent remark having been taken out of context and cruelly magnified into something suspicious.‘Your mother and I were having a little chat while you were in the kitchen.’‘Oh, yes?’‘It’s just that she said… Well, she mentioned something in passing that I need to talk to you about.’‘I can think of better things to do than talk.’‘I know I’m probably being over-imaginative…’Rafael resigned himself to one of those conversations in which, he knew, only ten percent of his mind would actively participate.It would probably involve wedding preparations or something equally tedious and, whilst he would dearly have liked to distract her, he could tell from the stubborn angle of her head that this was important to her and he shrugged, dropping the tea cloth on the counter.‘Okay.Do you want some of that dessert in the fridge?’Cristina thought of Maria’s description of her, fondly intentioned but unwittingly cutting.A real woman.Cristina didn’t particularly want to be a real woman.Right now, she would happily have settled for Barbie-doll status, because, despite what Maria had said, men weren’t attracted to real women.How could she have been so blind as to imagine that Rafael was seriously attracted to her? She was a novelty at the moment, and he was probably making the best of a bad job in sleeping with the woman he had more or less been set up to marry.Just thinking about it now made her head swim and her legs feel weak.‘I’m fine.’‘Now I really am concerned.’‘This is serious, Rafael,’ Cristina said more sharply than she was accustomed to, and he frowned at her.She could see him trying to work out what was going on and she realised, belatedly, how transparently predictable she had been—always thrilled to see him, always ready to make love, always sunny natured because that was her temperament.He had beckoned, and like someone in a trance she had walked towards him, never asking all those questions which she now realised she should have been asking.Frankly, she had been clueless.‘Could we go into the sitting room?’ she asked.‘As you wish.’Cristina nodded and led the way.It was a grand house, but many of the rooms downstairs were shut up because Maria, on her own, really only occupied the kitchen, the cosy den which she used as her office, the sitting room and her bedroom.In summer, she said that she liked nothing better than her garden room at the back, from which she could contemplate the beauty of nature.Consequently, those rooms which were used all year round were cluttered and cosy and quite different from the remainder of the house.With the foundations of her fairy-tale future disappearing like a puff of smoke in a high wind, Cristina was piecing together all those missing jigsaw pieces which she had cheerfully ignored.For instance, she thought bitterly, how odd had it been that after only three months he had proposed marriage—a man accustomed to single life in the fast lane, surrounded by the most beautiful women in the world, sought after, courted, desired? How was it that he had suddenly decided to wave goodbye to all of that in a matter of a few seconds, so to speak, because she, plump, gauche and nothing stunning in the looks department, had come along?‘You were saying?’Cristina, lost in her thoughts, had almost forgotten what she had been saying.She focused her eyes on the man sitting next to her on the sofa and blinked.‘I was saying that your mother… Maria said something and I need you to clarify.’‘Get to the point, Cristina
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