A TWIST OF FATE
Chapter Seventy-Two

"Look, look, it worked!" squealed Rose, dropping the hot tray onto the worktop.

"I told you it would," smiled Maria, looking at the cake Rose had just taken out of the oven. Rose’s cookery lessons were going well. She had only done basic domestic cookery at school and had never had to cook before. In the last week, Rose had learned a lot from Maria. How to buy fresh fruit and vegetables from the market, how to turn them into something edible. How to sew and how to buy clothes and other requisites from ordinary shops that didn’t have staff falling over themselves to help you. These were totally new experiences for Rose and she loved every minute. In return, she taught Maria about etiquette, how to lay out cutlery for absurd banquets and which forks and knives to use for what. It was something silly, but Rose felt she had to give Maria something back and they had had great fun borrowing cutlery from downstairs and laying huge table placements and talking about some of the banquets Rose had been to.

They had become firm friends and Rose was beginning to open up to Maria about her life with Cal. That afternoon, as they worked, Rose had spoken more openly about what Cal had done.

"Cal was a bad man Rose, not all men are like that."

"I don’t believe that. Just before I left, my own Mother told me that me Father was no better than Cal and that if I had done as I was told…well, she said I brought everything on myself."

"That’s not true! Not all men are that, my Fabri isn’t. Jack isn’t."

Rose looked up from her sewing. "It makes no difference to me now Maria. I am Cal’s property and I will never have another man."

"What do you mean Cal’s property? What are you talking about?"

Rose sighed. "I am Cal’s wife. I may have left him but in the eyes of the law he is my husband. He will always be there, like a ghost haunting me."

Maria leaned forward and touched her arm.

"You have left Cal. You have done the hard part. Now it is time to move on and you must leave Cal behind."

"How can I? I cannot divorce him. He will always be there. Maria, I will never forget what he did to me."

"You will never forget, but you will learn to live with it. And you must move on and leave Cal behind. Otherwise he has won."

Rose shook her head.

Maria continued. "If Cal is the man you say he is, he will not look forever for you. When he realizes you cannot be found, he will move on and find another wife and have his heir. He could divorce you in your absence. But either way, he will move on and you must."

"I had never thought of that Maria. You are probably right. Cal may give up eventually. But I will probably never know what he does. I don’t want to know."

They sewed a little more in silence. Rose concentrated on her stitching. She was mending one of Jack’s shirts under Maria’s guidance. She had only ever sewn tapestries and useless cushions before. Now this was something important. Shirts had to be mended. They were not cheap to replace.

Maria looked at Rose, trying her hardest with the shirt.

"You know Jack cares for you very much, don’t you, Rose?" she ventured.

Rose looked up straight away. "Jack and I are friends Maria, nothing more."

"Would just a friend do for you what Jack did?"

"I told him that I could not care for him in that way, that I was Cal’s wife. I told him that if he was here as anything other than a friend than he should go."

"Oh Rose, you care for him too! Just admit it!"

"Have you not listened to what I have said?" cried Rose, her face flushed.

"I have listened to you trying to convince yourself. You are young and have a lot of life to live. Too long to be held back by that man. If you both care for each other then there is nothing wrong."

"I don’t want to talk about it Maria. Please. Can we talk about something else?"

Maria sighed, annoyed that her efforts had failed.

"I’ll check on the cakes," she said and went to the kitchen.

Rose put her sewing on her lap. In truth, the last few days, she had started to have feelings for Jack. She was still terrified of Cal finding her, but when she was with Jack, she felt safe. She knew Jack would only do the best for her. Rose also knew Maria was right. Cal had to be left behind and she had to move on, mentally and physically. But were these feelings for Jack real or just because he was there? She was sure he still cared for her. There were the smiles, the genuine interest as to what she had done all day. But he had not tried to hold her or kiss her again. Probably because of what she had said.

Jack seemed very happy and relaxed in the company of his friends. Fabri had been very apologetic to her and very kind to her since. Genuinely kind and not forced for Jack’s sake. Jack had told her about the meeting at Joe’s and after the dinner Fabri had prepared she was ready to give life at the di Rossi’s a chance. She had been very nervous about going back. But one of the benefits about a society upbringing was how to be gracious and polite to those who had not been so. She had gone really for Jack's sake and Fabri tried so hard. He had prepared a special stew that he used to cook for Jack and it was delicious. Maria was fussing over her like a mother hen, obviously anxious that all should be right between them and nothing was mentioned until after the meal. There was an awkward period, after the plates had been cleared, when they knew it was time to face up to their problem. They were both sheepish like two naughty boys being told to apologize by their mother. Rose asked Maria if she could help in the kitchen not really wanting to witness any anguish or anger that had to be shed. She was almost shocked to see Maria with her ear to the door listening! But when it was over, they asked the girls back in the room and Fabri apologized carefully for his manner.

Rose didn’t recall what he said. She wanted to forget the whole incident. But Jack had not mentioned them coming to stay. This invitation was a surprise.

"Please say you will," implored Maria.

Fabri looked at Jack. He knocked the hair from his face, smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"It's up to you."

Remembering her manners, she smiled at Fabri.

"Yes we will accept," she replied. She knew that this was the rift between the two of them healed.

Chapter Seventy-Three
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