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How did he tell this complex woman that neither guilt nor duty could have him dancing the tarantella with such glee tonight?
Nico even held her hands as they were jumping. Stood in the middle of a circle doing silly jumping claps as the accordion insisted they jump some more.
This was a husband she had never seen before.
And Aurora really had to get him to a bed!
‘My wife is tired,’ Nico explained as they left. ‘Party on.’
Aurora kissed her tiny son, who had been an absolute angel and would be treated like a prince in her parents’ home tonight.
‘I love you,’ she said to Gabe. ‘And I love your father so, so much.’
‘Come on,’ Nico said, and he took her hand.
There would be celebrations aplenty tonight, if he knew this lot, but right now he wanted his wife alone.
He led her up the winding stairs and she went to walk through the cloister, but he pulled her back. ‘This way.’
‘Aren’t we staying in the Temple Suite?’ Aurora checked, for it was the suite they both loved and the view that felt like theirs.
‘Not tonight,’ Nico said. ‘In case you’ve forgotten, this is our honeymoon.’
Oh!
For all she had pored over the pictures and been on board with the renovations, she had a blind spot when it came to the Honeymoon Suite. So certain that she would never stay there.
Or, worse, that she might be there with a reluctant groom.
But now she stepped in and it was Aurora who gasped—for she had seen it by day, but never at night.
It was one Silibri’s best-kept secrets.
‘Oh, Nico!’
The glass domed ceiling revealed the stars and the Sicilian night sky.
‘And do you know,’ Nico said, ‘that there are steps down to a private beach?’
‘I wrote the brochure, Nico,’ she teased.
But in truth she was in awe. How did a boy from Silibri, even if he’d inherited the land, do all this?
For there was magic in this building.
‘It should be called the Starlight Suite,’ Aurora said. ‘And you know I’m right.’
‘Of course you are,’ Nico said, ‘and that is why I have a present for you.’
Aurora frowned as he went over to a tray, where an ice bucket was cooling a bottle of champagne, but it was not that which he brought over. Instead it was a small pouch that he handed to her.
‘Keys?’ Aurora frowned as they fell into her palm. ‘Is this to your home in Rome? Because I thought that was all electronic—’
‘Aurora, look at them.’
They were old keys. One was thick and heavy, the type you might use to open a gate.
The gate at the side of her nonna’s house…
