A Little Piece of Paradise: A sweeping story of sisterhood, secrets and romance (Love from Italy Book 1) Read online

  A Little Piece of Paradise

  Cover

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Chapter 1 London

  Chapter 2 Paradiso

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27 366 days later

  Acknowledgements

  About the Author

  Also by T.A. Williams

  Copyright

  Cover

  Table of Contents

  Start of Content

  To Mariangela and Christina with love as always

  Chapter 1

  London

  ‘Stop that, Jeeves!’

  Jeeves looked up with a guilty expression on his face, but he didn’t stop what he was doing.

  ‘Are you listening? I said, stop it, Jeeves! I’m trying to pack and I need that box.’

  ‘Leave him alone, Sophie. He’s enjoying himself.’ Chris was grinning.

  The big black dog returned to the systematic destruction of a cardboard box. Fortunately, unlike most of the other boxes piled around the room, this one was still empty.

  ‘Well, he’s the only one round here who’s enjoying himself.’ Sophie straightened up, ran her hands through her hair and stretched. ‘I hadn’t realised I had so much stuff.’

  ‘Well, it’s almost all packed now. Sit down and have a rest. I’ll go and put the kettle on.’

  The young Labrador, seeing that his mistress was now down at his level, abandoned the tattered remains of the box and wandered over to the sofa. Keen to capitalise on the opportunity that now presented itself, he decided it would be a very good idea to climb onto her lap.

  ‘Jeeves, you great lump, get off. You weigh a ton.’ Sophie’s words would have carried more clout if she hadn’t been giggling at his antics.

  Sophie’s protests attracted Chris’s attention and his head appeared around the door. ‘Glad to see the dog training classes are paying off. Jeeves, I’ve found a packet of biscuits. Interested?’

  Jeeves looked up. Somewhere in his food-obsessed Labrador head, the word ‘biscuits’ registered and he relinquished the sofa and padded off towards the kitchen. Relieved, Sophie fanned herself as she reflected yet again on the magnitude of the step she was about to take. Not only was she moving out of this little flat here in south London, but she was moving back to Italy, only a year after she had come running back to England with her tail between her legs. But even this paled in comparison to the prospect of being reunited with Rachel. Ever since the shock letter from Uncle George’s solicitors three months ago, she had been able to think of little else.

  ‘Your tea – I made it strong.’ Chris pushed a steaming mug of tea into her hands and took a seat beside her, reaching across to clink his mug against hers. ‘Here’s to your Uncle George. I wish I had an uncle who felt like leaving me a whopping great castle.’

  Sophie nodded and managed to produce a smile. ‘You’re forgetting all the strings attached.’

  Chris blew on his tea to cool it down. ‘How could I? It does sound a bit Machiavellian, I must admit.’

  News of her much-loved uncle’s death had come as a real blow to Sophie. They hadn’t spoken much for a year or so and the arrival of a letter from his lawyers informing her of his death and of his decision to have a simple, fast cremation rather than inconvenience his friends and family had come as a bolt from the blue. The letter had also given details of his will but when she had read the conditions of the bequest, she had been rendered almost speechless. Uncle George had hatched a cunning plan to bring her and her sister back together again after so long apart.

  Six years ago, when Rachel had stunned everybody by dropping out of university and disappearing, Sophie had been worried sick. She had called, emailed and texted her over and over again for days, but with no response. She had even started to believe that something awful might have happened and was on the point of contacting the police when, finally, she had received a two-line message from Rachel. All it said was that she was alive and well and in Puerto Rico. No address and nothing else. Since then, Sophie had heard nothing more from her and had eventually given up trying.

  Uncle George wanted to change that – from beyond the grave. His cunning plan involved his Italian holiday home. He had been an extremely wealthy man and, apart from his amazing apartment overlooking New York’s Central Park and his vast waterside property in the Hamptons, he had also bought himself an old Italian castle on a hilltop overlooking the Mediterranean. His American properties and business interests had gone to other beneficiaries over there, but the Italian castle was to be for the sisters. It was apparently worth a lot of money and according to the terms of his will, it would become the property of Sophie and Rachel to do with as they wished but – and this was a big but – only after they had both lived there under the same roof continuously for three full months starting this summer. If either of them refused or gave up partway through, all bets would be off and it would revert to his American heirs.

  ‘A bit Machiavellian?’ Sophie shot a glance across at Chris and shook her head ruefully. ‘It’s diabolical.’

  ‘Don’t say that, Soph. I’m sure he felt he was doing it for the right reasons. Obviously he was hoping you and Rachel won’t be able to live together for a long period of time without patching things up between you.’

  ‘I hope you’re right, but I’m not holding my breath. Rachel turned her back on mum and me six years ago and then cut off all contact. She couldn’t even be bothered to come to mum’s funeral, and as far as I’m concerned, that was the last straw.’

  ‘But you got on well with her before?’

  ‘Yes, of course, she is my sister after all. We sometimes quarrelled, but that’s normal for siblings, isn’t it? The thing is, though, we’re very different people. She’s always been far more interested in having a good time. She’s prettier than me and the boys all loved her – they probably still do.’

  ‘I’ve met Rachel and she’s definitely a pretty girl, but you’re gorgeous and you should remember that.’

  Sophie looked up at him gratefully. ‘I don’t know what I’d do without you to boost my confidence.’

  ‘Well, it’s true. I think you’re every bit as attractive as your sister.’

  Chris had always been so very encouraging and she knew she owed him a lot. They had known each other since the first year of university when he had started going out with her flatmate, Claire. In fact, if Claire hadn’t already nabbed him, Sophie might well have done, and she had remained very close friends with both of them, even after he and Claire split up. Having him as a shoulder to cry on over the past year had been invaluable. She reached over and gave his hand a squeeze.

  ‘Thanks, Chris. For everything.’

  ‘Any time, Sophie, you know that.’ He caught hold of her fingers and squeezed them in return before releasing them. ‘Anyway, physical ap
pearance aside, the thing is you’ve always been the brainy one. Maybe she resented that.’

  ‘I’m no brainier than her; I just work harder. Boring as it sounds, that’s the way I’m made.’

  ‘And that’s why she went off? To have a good time?’

  ‘I expect so, but I honestly don’t know. At one point it wouldn’t have surprised me to find out she’d been abducted by aliens.’

  ‘So you aren’t looking forward to seeing her again?’

  Sophie considered the question. ‘Half of me is. Like I say, she’s my sister and apart from anything else I’d love to know why she just upped and left. But the other half of me still can’t forget or forgive the hurt she caused – to me and to mum.’ She took a sip of hot tea and adopted a more positive tone. ‘Anyway, hopefully the castle’s so big we’ll be able to cohabit without seeing too much of each other if she hasn’t changed for the better. I imagine I’ll be okay.’

  ‘Just you wait and see. I reckon you’ll work things out, but if you don’t, remember all you’ve got to do is stick it out until the end of September and then you can sell the place and, suddenly, you’ll be a millionaire.’

  ‘The end of September can’t come soon enough, that’s all I can say.’

  Sophie must have sounded a bit despondent as the next thing she knew, sixty pounds of bone and muscle had started to climb onto her lap in a show of canine solidarity. In so doing, Jeeves managed to make her spill the last of her tea in her lap and she squealed.

  ‘Oh, God, Jeeves, did you have to?’

  Unperturbed, the big dog did his best to put his paws on her shoulders and lick her face before she chased him off.

  ‘Well, you know you’ll have at least one friendly face over there with you.’ Chris was laughing at the dog’s antics.

  ‘Yes, causing havoc as usual.’ Still, she reached down affectionately and gently stroked Jeeves’s ears. ‘I’m glad I’ve got you, Jeeves. Somehow I’ve got a feeling I’m going to need all the support I can get over the next three months.’

  ‘I’m sure it’ll be all right, Soph, but let’s face it, if you’ve got to be miserable, spending the summer in a historic castle on the Riviera coast’s about as good as it gets.’ Chris was still doing his best to cheer her up. ‘And anyway, you love Italy, don’t you? How many years did you live there?’

  ‘Four, almost five. I went over there almost straight after finishing university, and you’re right, I do love the country.’ While still a very young journalist, she had been given a dream job as Southern European correspondent for an online news channel and this had meant being based in Rome. It hadn’t paid very much but it had been exciting and a lot of fun. ‘It’s just that I’ve only ever lived in Rome, and Uncle George’s place is way up in the north, almost in France.’

  ‘But with a name like Paradise it can’t be all bad. What more could you ask for?’

  ‘True. Paradiso is quite a name. Let’s hope the place lives up to it – but, like I say, I’m not holding my breath. Paradiso looks good on Google Earth with the sea nearby, but it’s the whole Rachel thing that’s freaking me out.’

  ‘It’ll be fine. And you know that if you ever need anything, even if it’s just somebody to shout at, you can always count on me.’

  She smiled back at him. Chris really was a good friend. He had been immensely supportive after her three-year relationship with her Roman boyfriend had come to a very sudden end the previous year, followed just weeks later by the loss of her dream job when her employer had gone bust. After that, she had returned to London where she had been eking out a precarious living as a freelancer, searching fruitlessly for a new job and licking her emotional wounds. When Chris had heard she was moving back to Italy, he had immediately offered to come and help her with the packing, volunteering to store her unwanted stuff in his attic until she needed it again.

  She reached over and caught hold of his arm, giving it another little squeeze. ‘Thanks for everything, Chris. You’re a star.’ For a moment it looked as though he even blushed a little and she felt a real surge of affection for him. ‘Thanks for being there for me.’

  ‘There’s nothing so attractive to a man as a maiden in distress – especially if they happen to be living in a castle.’ He winked at her. ‘I bet you’ll be fighting the Italian men off within days of your arrival.’

  Sophie screwed up her nose. ‘No more Italian men for me – in fact, no more men of any nationality. I’m quite happy with Jeeves. As long as I feed him and take him for walks, I can rely on him to love me.’ She sighed. ‘Unlike Claudio. Until last summer, I really thought he was the man of my dreams, but I was wrong.’

  ‘Maybe you should have given him dog food and taken him for walks. Besides, the guy was clearly an idiot to cheat on a lovely girl like you, Soph.’

  ‘I know I’m far better off without him.’ She did her best to sound resolute. ‘He was a two-timing toad and I had to dump him. I had no choice.’

  ‘And you really didn’t suspect anything?’

  She hesitated. She had spent almost a year now pondering this question time and time again. ‘If I’m honest, I suppose I always had some suspicions. He was often away overnight or had late night business dinners. I was away quite a bit myself and caught up in my work, so it was easier just to believe what he told me. Looking back on it, I was probably a bit gullible, a bit too naïve, really. You know something? What I’ve been feeling isn’t so much regret at losing him, but anger – anger at myself for being so stupid. I’ve always thought of myself as a grounded, pragmatic sort of person and the fact that I could be fooled so easily really grates.’

  ‘Do you ever hear from him?’

  ‘No. I’ve severed all links with him on social media and I delete all his emails as soon as they come in.’

  ‘Did you say “all his emails”? Is he still sending them?’ Chris was clearly surprised.

  ‘Every now and then. Fewer and fewer as the months have gone by. Hopefully he’ll give up soon.’ Sophie was trying to sound positive but wasn’t sure she was pulling it off.

  ‘I never met him, but I remember Claire saying he was a good-looking guy.’

  Sophie nodded ruefully. ‘Didn’t he know it! As did half the female population of Rome. No, I’m happy on my own, at least for now. The thing I miss most is Italy – you know, the lifestyle, the weather, the food… It’ll be good to get back to that again – even with Rachel lurking in the background.’

  ‘That’s the spirit, Soph, and don’t worry about Rachel. I’m sure you’ll be able to get on together.’

  ‘I seriously doubt that, after what she did…’

  ‘A lot of time’s passed, Soph. Maybe she’s changed.’

  ‘I’m prepared to bet good money – which I haven’t got – that this particular leopard hasn’t changed her spots one bit. She’s always been selfish and always will be.’

  ‘Well, you’re seeing her next week, aren’t you? You’ll soon find out when you get to paradise.’ He grinned at her. ‘Paradiso – what a name! I bet the place turns out to be a little piece of paradise.’

  Chapter 2

  Paradiso

  Sophie spotted the village of Paradiso ahead of her long before she reached the motorway turnoff. It was situated on top of an imposing promontory, perched high above the Mediterranean, and the handful of red roofs looked even smaller in reality than it had done on Google Earth. There couldn’t have been more than a couple of dozen houses up there amid the trees, clustered around the solid bulk of the castle.

  After wasting several minutes and annoying the driver of a motor home behind her as she struggled with the self-service pay toll, she finally emerged from the autostrada and arrived at a roundabout where she was relieved to spot a little sign to Paradiso. She was even more relieved to find that her car – which had been making ever more sinister noises for almost an hour now – had managed to get her here from London. Since losing her job, money was very tight and she had been dreading an expensive breakdown
.

  She turned left onto a narrow road that wound its way up the hillside in a series of sharp bends. The higher her car climbed, the worse the awful racket and spluttering became and she hoped it wouldn’t let her down at the last minute. Looking back down over the rows of vines and olive groves, she couldn’t miss the unsightly sprawl of urban development in the valley below. Thanks to Wikipedia she now knew that fifty years earlier there had been virtually nothing there. What was now the popular seaside town of Santa Rita had been little more than a hamlet, whose inhabitants had made a precarious living out of producing olive oil and wine, growing vegetables, and fishing for anchovies in the warm waters of Italy’s Riviera coast.

  Since then, Santa Rita had been adopted by families from the big northern Italian industrial cities like Turin and Milan for their second homes and had ballooned into a chaotic mix of modern villas, shops, restaurants and a multitude of apartment blocks that threatened to swamp the handful of remaining old houses. The good news was that it looked as though modern development had been restricted to down there in the valley. The higher Sophie climbed, the clearer it became that the developers had yet to reach up as far as Paradiso, unlike the mass of new houses all over the hills behind Nice and other parts of the Côte d’Azur she had seen on the way here.

  Even the urban mess below couldn’t spoil the sheer beauty of the deep green of the tree-clad hills and mountains behind the coast and the perfect azure blue of the sea stretching out in front of her. From up here Sophie could see the coast arching back the way she had come in the direction of the French border and Monte Carlo, with the Maritime Alps a distant smudge on the horizon. Just like Chris had said, as a place to be miserable, this took some beating. Her breath escaped in a frustrated sigh as she hoped yet again that things wouldn’t be too awful once she was reunited with her little sister. Wonderful as it was to be left a valuable property, why, oh why, had Uncle George decided to add those pesky conditions?