A Scandal Made At Midnight

It was less than an hour to Paris and Liane immersed herself in her book the whole time, so Alessandro kept to work. As Paris came into view, Liane put down her book and looked out of the window, a faint smile touching her lips. This was her home, Alessandro couldn’t help but think. Had she missed it?

As they were exiting the plane, he laid one hand on her arm and she turned to him, eyebrows raised in query.

‘I’m still looking forward to you showing me the sights,’ he said, and her smile, when it came, was like a starburst of sunshine.

‘Of course. I’ll be happy to.’ Still smiling, she moved past him, down the ramp, leaving Alessandro feeling strangely unsettled. Yes, he thought rather moodily, they had certainly cleared the air.