Dreams Of Tuscany. Kate Fitzroy
played with Fidele, running along the dusty path and throwing bits of wood for the dog to retrieve. He now didn’t seem at all worried about his impeccable clothes. Maybe she had reacted too quickly before. As dusk fell across the town roofs they were wending their way through the narrow alleys back towards Zoe’s house.
‘Dare I ask you to join me for dinner, Zoe?’ Massimo asked, his dark eyebrows raised in amused query.
‘I don’t know…’ Zoe hesitated.
At that moment they arrived in the little piazza where she had lunched with Alex Knight at da Luigi. Before she could say anything, Massimo was half way across the piazza heading for the restaurant. He stopped outside and looked at the menu displayed in the window. He turned back to Zoe who was following him reluctantly.
'Zoe, do you know this little old place? It looks interesting – the menu reads well.’
She was surprised that he would be interested in eating anywhere so ordinary and said, ‘Actually, I eat here quite often – it is very good…well, I think so anyway.’
‘Excellent, then shall we go in and see if they have a table?’
Massimo moved ahead of her and Zoe followed, only briefly thinking that she didn’t remember agreeing to eat with Massimo at all. Then, Luigi was greeting her enthusiastically and showing them to a table for two. The very same table she had shared with Alex. Massimo held her chair as she sat down and Fidele curled himself into a ball at her feet. Massimo excused himself and disappeared. Zoe looked at the familiar menu and tried to dispel the memories of the meal she had shared with Alex. Why did she keep going over and over the short time she had spent with him? Why was she so fascinated, even obsessed with the idea of seeing him again? Massimo returned to the table, freshly washed and brushed and leading Luigi who carried a tray with glasses and an ice bucket holding a bottle of champagne.
‘This place is amazing!’ he said enthusiastically. ‘There’s a great wine list and a choice of several excellent French champagnes. Luigi was born in the hills near Rome – not far from my mother’s home town of Frascati. Amazing!’
Zoe smiled and accepted the tall, chilled glass of golden champagne. Oh yes, the mother. She had quite forgotten Massimo’s Mamma, but she was sure she would hear plenty more about her now.
Massimo raised his glass to her and said, ‘Cin cin! Let’s drink to friendship and a beautiful walk in the sunset.’ They clinked glasses and Zoe was relieved that Massimo seemed to have given up on romance. She in her turn went to wash the dust from her hands before the food arrived. She looked in the dark old mirror hanging above the wash basin and caught a smile playing around her lips. Maybe friendship with Massimo was not such a bad idea. Better than looking in a mirror that reflected a tear-stained face. She ran her damp fingers through her long hair in an attempt to smooth it down. Her cheeks were flushed from the energetic walk in the evening sun and she returned to the table ready to enjoy the rest of the evening in Massimo’s company. Massimo stood up as she reached the table and held her chair again. Zoe thanked him and sat down. There was a lot to be said for a young man well brought up by his mother. She reached for her napkin and found a dark red rose lying across it. She looked at Massimo in surprise.
‘How on earth did you retrieve one of the roses from that bouquet? It is one of them, isn’t it? They are so distinctive – so very dark and velvety and so perfumed.’ She raised the flower to her nose and breathed in the heavy scent.
‘Yes, one from the bouquet.’ Massimo smiled mysteriously. ‘I can make anything happen – haven’t you realised it yet? Black Baccara – they are the only roses beautiful enough for you. I would like to plant you a rose garden of them…’ At that point, Luigi arrived at the table and lit the candle. The dinner was becoming impossibly romantic. Massimo reached across the table and enclosed her hand in his as she held the rose.
‘I can’t help telling you that I love you, cara Zoe.’ He leaned across the table, his head close to hers. ‘I won’t give up, you know.’
Zoe moved her head slightly aside and at that very moment the door to the restaurant opened and Alex Knight walked in. Larger than life – larger and more alive than she remembered him. Their eyes met in recognition and for one moment she saw his face register shock, and then he smiled sadly and turned to hold the door for his companion. Into the restaurant walked one of the most beautiful women that Zoe had ever seen. Not pretty but truly beautiful. She moved gracefully into the small restaurant, ahead of Alex, confident and serene. She simply radiated loveliness. Zoe’s head reeled with shock and she felt a sharp pain as a rose thorn pierced her finger. She realised she was clutching the flower tight in her hand. The pain brought her back to reality, the reality of dodging a kiss from Massimo. He had noticed her sharp movement and was studiously studying the tiny pinprick of blood that had formed on her finger. He was talking but Zoe was deaf to his words. All she could think was how well Alex and his beautiful companion looked together. They were now seated at a table near the window and talking animatedly. Alex’s slate-grey hair was close to the sleek black hair of the woman. As close as her own head had been to Massimo’s when Alex had seen them. Zoe closed her eyes momentarily and felt a pain so sharp that the rose could have pierced her heart. She opened her eyes again, determined not to look in the direction of Alex. She smiled across at Massimo and caught the end of what he had been saying.
‘… and we could meet up with Flavio there, if you’d like to?’
‘Sorry, what did you say?’ Zoe replied.
‘Are you all right, cara? You have suddenly gone quite pale.’ Massimo looked at her anxiously.
Zoe grabbed at the opportunity to excuse her odd behaviour.
‘Actually, it’s so hot in here – I do feel a bit faint.’
‘Drink some water. That’s the trouble with these small trattorie – no air-conditioning. Would you like to go somewhere else?’
‘Oh no, Luigi will bring the pasta soon. I expect I’m hungry too!’ Zoe tried to smile at Massimo but it was an enormous effort. In one way she wanted to run from the restaurant and in another she couldn’t leave. She was irresistibly drawn to watching the couple in the window. Now they were looking at the menu together, joking and laughing as though they knew each other well, very well indeed. Then, Luigi arrived with the pasta and Zoe forced herself to begin to eat. The first few mouthfuls stuck in her throat but then it became easier. She couldn’t believe how rude she was being to Massimo. She must make an effort – none of this was his fault.
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