Bride Of Desire. Sara Craven

Somewhere along the way she seems to have vanished, but I really need to have her back.’ She lifted her head. ‘To be—Alys Colville again. Even if it’s only for a little while.’ She hesitated, sighing. ‘But I suppose that’s impossible. Everyone round here—all your neighbours—friends—will know I’m married. You must have mentioned it.’

      ‘I told no one, mon enfant,’ Tante said quietly. ‘It was not news I ever wished to share. I have always believed that mistakes in one’s family circle should be kept private. And I had known for some time—long before his tragic accident—that you did not love this man. Your letters made it clear.’

      ‘But I hardly mentioned him.’

      Tante’s smile was kind. ‘Exactly, chérie.’ She paused. ‘When I received the invitation to your wedding I wrote to your mother, begging her not to allow you to ruin your life. Saying that such a marriage would have profound difficulties, even if you adored each other.’

      She shrugged wryly. ‘Her reply was very angry. She said that I knew nothing about it. That you were devoted to your fiancé, that my interference was not needed, and it would be better for everyone if I stayed away.’

      ‘She said you’d decided the journey would be too much for you.’ Allie bit her lip. ‘Oh—I should have known …’

      ‘Well, that is all in the past now. It matters only that you are here now, ma chère. And if you wish to be Alys Colville again—then that is how it shall be.’

      She became brisk. ‘Now, go and change, and I will try to repair the damage the sea has done to those expensive clothes.’

      Allie turned obediently, then paused. She said in a low voice, ‘Am I crazy—to pretend like this?’

      ‘Not crazy,’ her great-aunt said slowly. ‘But perhaps—not very wise.’

      Allie’s smile was swift and bleak. ‘Then I’ll just have to be very careful, too,’ she said, and made her way to her room.