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the
hundredth time.   He had phoned the doctor
and Mrs. Taylor ages ago.  
    Two of his models had gone through pregnancy whilst trying to remain
skeletal.   The two had tried keeping
their pregnancy a secret at first had regularly fainted giving everyone at work
quite a scare.   Marco had been so angry
when he found out that the girls would risk their health and their babies
health by starving themselves that he had insisted they eat at least two of
their daily meals supervised and had supervision for at least an hour and half
after those meals to make sure the food stayed down.   After calming down he had asked the team to
launch a maternity range for that season.  
    He looked at Serena, pale and gaunt.   He hoped he was wrong, but this seemed worse than the symptoms his
models had experienced.   They would only
pass out for a few second or so.   Serena
had earlier been out cold for almost an hour.  
    “Well you’re in the right place now.   If anyone will get you eating properly it’s your mother and I will help
you as much as you will allow me to.” He whispered, gently moving stray lock of
hair from her face.  
    Hearing footsteps on the stairs he rose to greet Serena’s mother and the
family doctor.   Giving a quick update, Marco
left them to attend to Serena and went down stairs to make a few overdue
business calls.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter
nine

 
 
    It was a good hour later when Serena’s mother patted her hand, as she
rose to leave.  
    “You will be just fine here in the main house.   The doctor will arrange for some medication
to be delivered in the morning and I will check up on you when I come in to
work in the morning.   You should be
grateful Marco found you when he did.   The tides are extra high tonight and the storm is pretty fierce.”
    “Mama please …”
    “Shush now and go to sleep.   There
is some soup downstairs for later which Marco had offered to warm up for you.”   With that her mother left.
    Serena looked around for her clothes.   Nothing!
    “Damn!” she muttered.   Climbing out
of the bed she studied the large T-shirt she had woken up in.   Compliments of Marco she guessed.   She flushed a little at the realisation that
it was neither the Doctor, nor her mother who had undressed her.   She now had one more thing to resent Marco
for.   At least she still had her
underwear but between that and the T-shirt, she had very little to keep her
modesty preserved.
    Thank heavens I shaved.
    She listened out for the sound of movement in the house but all she could
hear was soft ticking of a clock and a gale blowing up outside.   There had been no hint of a storm when she
had gone to the beach but gales often arrived at the island with little notice.   She rose from the bed and crossed over
to the wardrobe.   With only a quick
glance inside, she didn’t notice the flash of white under a dust cover at the
end of the rail.  
    Marco had, a surprisingly small quantity, of suits hanging in his
wardrobe, but then he only ever wore them on overseas visits, preferring more
comfortable cotton shirts or sweaters with chino’s or jeans.   Finding an oversized dressing gown hanging on
the back of the door, she tiptoed down the stairs.   Her bare feet, made no sound on the tiled
stairs and floor.   
    She had only been in the main house a few times as a teenager to help her
mother when Senor’ Spinozzi had become seriously ill.   He had needed ‘round the clock’ care in his
last few days and while her mother stayed close to his bedside, Serena had
taken care of chores which her mother could not do without leaving the Senor’
Spinozzi for long periods.   It hadn’t
been long after Senor passed away that the whole scene had been replayed with
Senora Spinozzi. Serena had spent much of the time tending to the living room
fire, the kitchen and the laundry.  
    She knew the house was large but somehow now it appeared larger than she
remembered