Even so, she had not been able to stop herself from pointing out quietly, ‘Mummy was ill. Instinctively Imogen had wanted to leap to her mother’s defence, but she had sufficient experience of Lisa to know better than to do so. She had given the openly dismissive, almost contemptuous shrug with which Imogen had become teeth-grittingly familiar whenever Lisa spoke about her late mother. Unfortunately your mother never seemed to realise just how vitally important being a good hostess was.’ ‘He says he can see how much more business the company has been attracting since I became your father’s hostess. ‘Dracco has asked me to be on hand to help him entertain the clients,’ Lisa had said at the time of her shock announcement about the house. Since then Lisa had declared her intention to sell the pretty country house where Imogen had grown up and to buy herself a modern apartment in the small market town where they lived. They were in Imogen’s bedroom, or at least the bedroom that had been Imogen’s until after her father’s death. Imogen flinched as the full venom of her stepmother Lisa’s words hit her. ‘SO YOU’RE going to go through with it? You’re going to go ahead and marry Dracco, even though he doesn’t love you?’
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