Her New Year Baby Secret(11)

'I'm sorry, it must all be a little too much for you. We are bad enough  when it's just the family, but when all of Venice is here? I wish I  could run and hide, so I have no idea how horrifying you must find  tonight.'

Sophie turned to see Marco's sister, Bianca, standing beside her, a  sympathetic smile on her heart-shaped face. She was very beautiful in a  classically Italian way with masses of dark wavy hair and huge brown  eyes fringed with lashes so long they made Sophie gasp with envy, tall  and shapely with a generous bosom spilling out of the top of her low-cut  strapless dress.

'It's a little more than I was expecting. Marco didn't quite communicate  the full scale of the evening. I didn't expect to meet so many people.  As you can see I'm not really dressed appropriately...' She gestured  towards her dress self-consciously, aware that the hand-sewn beads and  cheap fabric paled beside Bianca's ravishing emerald silk gown.                       
       
           



       

'Your dress is bellissima,' Bianca reassured her. 'I have heard many  envious comments. Of course, you have such lovely ivory skin. That pale  pink would make me far too sallow. I predict next year half the younger  women will break with convention and wear something a little more fun  and fashionable.' Bianca echoed her brother's prediction.

'Thank you.' Sophie didn't think her skin looked lovely or ivory, more  the pale blue an English winter turned her naturally pale complexion.  She'd much rather be blessed with Bianca's gorgeous olive skin and  generous curves.

'And the cut, I love how it is so modern and yet looks so vintage. Who's the designer?'

'Oh, well, I am.' Sophie always felt absurdly diffident when admitting  to designing or making her clothes. Her friends were supportive, asking  for commissions and nagging her into starting a website to sell to a  wider audience, but they were her friends-it was their job to tell her  to follow her heart and aim high. Showing her work to other people was  exposing. Harry had always told her that she was wasting her time and  the problem was she didn't only believe him then, she still half  believed him now.

'You made this? But, Sophie, it is incredible. No wonder it fits you so well. You are so talented.'

'Thank you, but it's not that hard...'

'Of course it is! I can barely thread a needle. Do you make all your clothes?'

'Most of them,' Sophie admitted. 'Some from scratch, with new material,  but many of my clothes are do-overs. I buy them from charity shops or in  sales, tear them apart and put them back together again.'

'How creative.' Bianca sighed. 'I tried for years to find my talent, but  no matter how many private lessons I had I remained tone deaf, turned  into a plank of wood on stage, and I'm still incapable of drawing better  than a five-year-old. Antonio tells me not to worry, that handling  spreadsheets is a talent in itself, but I'd much rather be a dancer than  an accountant.'

'You're an accountant?' Sophie always thought of accountants as faded  and grey-not vibrant and full of life like the woman in front of her.

'Head of Finance at Antonio's company. It's how we met. He says marrying  me will stop me being headhunted-I let him think that. I don't want to  shatter his illusions! But I'd like to work for an international company  if I get the opportunity. All those complicated tax laws would be  really interesting.'

'Quite.' Sophie had no idea what to say, all her preconceptions tumbling  down. It had been too easy to look at Bianca and see nothing but the  beautifully dressed daughter of an obviously wealthy family-but there  was clearly a lot more to her than that. 'As someone who can dance and  sew but gets a cold sweat at the thought of a budget I have to say I  think you got the better end of the deal.'

'Maybe. So where did you and Marco meet?'

Here it was. The interrogation. Sophie had already been through  something similar from Marco's mother, an aunt and his godmother. 'At a  party. Actually after the party, it was snowing and we sort  of...collided.'

'How romantic.' The dark eyes were keen and focussed very intently on  Sophie. 'Snow and an unexpected encounter. And you've seen much of each  other since?'

'I wouldn't say much.' She forced a laugh. 'How friendly everyone is and they all want to know about me.'

'You must think we're all very nosy. But this is the first time in a  long time that Marco has ever willingly brought a date to any  occasion-and definitely the first time he brought someone Mamma hasn't  set him up with. So you see, we are all consumed with curiosity to find  out more about the mysterious English girl who has captured my brother's  heart.'

Who had what? What exactly had Marco intimated? 'I wouldn't go that far.  We are still getting to know each other. It's very early days...'

The two women had drifted over to one of the uncomfortable  formal-looking sofas and Bianca sat down with a relieved 'Oomph, my feet  are so swollen. How I am going to manage a whole wedding in heels, I  don't know. I usually wear flats, I'm so tall. But Mamma insisted I wear  heels on my wedding day. Luckily Antonio is tall too, so I won't tower  over him!'

'You're getting married soon?' Really, it was absurd how ill prepared  she was to meet this family. Next time a gorgeous stranger suggested a  spontaneous trip to a family party she would insist on crib sheets and a  written exam first.                       
       
           



       

'Next week.' Bianca sighed. 'Only, I think I ate too much over Christmas  and I'm really scared my dress won't do up. The shame! But look at the  size of my breasts! I'm going to be falling out of it, I know it.'

'But you must have a final fitting booked, surely? There will be  something they can do. Let out a seam or fit a false back. I wouldn't  worry, a good designer is always prepared for some fluctuation in  weight.'

'But she's not here. She's gone to New Zealand for the whole month and  won't be back until after the wedding. I didn't think it would be a  problem. My weight doesn't usually change...' Bianca's voice trailed off  and she looked so woebegone Sophie couldn't help sympathising.

'I could take a look,' she suggested. 'Make a few suggestions. Obviously  it depends on the fabric and cut, but I might be able to help.' As soon  as she said the words she wanted to snatch them back. What was she  thinking? A wedding dress? A designer wedding dress no doubt, costing  thousands and made of the best silks and laces. As if she were qualified  to do as much as tack a hem on that kind of gown, let alone attempt  some kind of alteration, but, Sophie realised with a sinking heart, it  was too late to backtrack. Bianca was clutching at her arm, gratitude  beaming out of her eyes.

'Really? You'd do that?'

'Well...I...'

'Oh, Sophie, that's so wonderful. Grazie. It's such a relief to know  that you're right here. Wait, when are you going back to London?'

'The day after tomorrow, but I'm sure I can find time to look at it before I go, make some suggestions.'

'The day after tomorrow? But the wedding isn't for another week! What if something else changes?'

Sophie's smile froze. She'd heard tales of bridezillas but had never had  to deal with one before, not even at work. In fact Emma's vow renewal  was the first time she'd been directly involved with the bridal party,  not a duty invite or a plus-one on the guest list-somehow she'd let her  few school friends slip away through the Harry years and had never  really connected with his friends' ever-changing parade of girlfriends.

'I'm sure it will be fine...'

But Bianca was shaking her head. 'So much could go wrong-a button could  loosen or a hem fray or my veil need adjusting. What was I thinking to  choose a designer who isn't here for the wedding? It has to be perfect.  But if you were here, I wouldn't have to worry.'

'Bianca, no one would notice if a button was loose, I promise.'

'And what if I get bigger? Or smaller? With all the stress, I don't know  if I'll lose my appetite or eat chocolate for the next seven days.  Everything is very unpredictable at the moment.' To Sophie's horror  Bianca's voice began to waver. She wasn't going to cry on her, was she?

'It's only a week. I'm sure it won't make any difference if you eat nothing but chocolate, not at this stage.'

'And this is your first time in Venice, no? You can't possibly see the  city in just one day. Marco should have known better. You must stay, see  the city properly and then come to the wedding. I would love to have  you.' She turned to Sophie, her smile wide again, all traces of tears  miraculously disappeared. 'There, now we are all happy, me, you and  Marco. Perfect.'

'What will make me happy?'

Sophie's stomach turned as Marco strode up beside them. He'd think she'd  been plotting with his sister, think the palazzo had turned her head  and she wanted to stay, to inveigle her way into his family.