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with someone else—well, why should I want you?’
    â€˜But the formalities—’
    â€˜Blow the formalities. We’ve changed our minds. Both of us. Come on, let’s get it over with.’
    She turned away quickly, not sure how long she could keep up the façade. As she began to walk she heard Gustavo call, ‘Joanna…’
    And there it was, the note she had dreamed of hearing in his voice, warm and emotional now that he was grateful for his release. She fled back to the house.
    She had only the dimmest recollection of what followed. There was family uproar, scene after scene in which she did most of the talking, laughing as she insisted that it was a mutual decision and she couldn’t be happier.
    She doubted if anyone was fooled, especially as the engagement to Crystal came immediately after. But in the face of her determination there was nothing anybody could do.
    A special licence was obtained with Crystal’s name on it and the wedding was to go ahead on the same day inthe same church, with one bride substituted for another. Joanna sailed through the whole process, apparently with not a care in the world. She dreaded their wedding, but knew she had to be there or the world would know why.
    For a while the need to put on an act kept her mind on the terrible ache inside. At night she sobbed herself to sleep. By day she smiled and smiled and smiled.
    By the night before the wedding the strain of weeping in secret was tearing her apart. She wanted to scream aloud, impossible in that house.
    Outside it had begun to rain, water coming down in noisy torrents with the occasional thunderclap. Too distraught to think clearly, she threw on some clothes and left the house by a side-door, running across the grass towards the trees.
    Deep in the wood she gave vent to her grief, crying like a wounded animal, and even once banging her head against a tree, screaming, ‘Why—why—why?’
    Why? Because he loves her and not you. Because she’s beautiful and dazzling and you’re dull and ordinary. Because all the money in the world isn’t enough to make him want you.
    When it was over she felt no better, just completely exhausted. She sank to the ground, leaning back against a tree trunk, whispering hoarsely, ‘Why did I do it? Why did I give him up so easily? When we were married I could have made him love me.’
    The regret made her start to weep again, but this time weakly, in helpless, devastating misery.
    After an hour she dragged herself to her feet and stumbled out of the wood, desperate to get back to the house before the sun came up, and she could be seen.
    She managed it, thankful that nobody had seen her, and ran up the back stairs until she reached the floorwhere her room was. She was almost there—the next corridor—
    â€˜Joanna!’
    Her worst nightmare came true. Gustavo stood there in his dressing gown, astonished at the sight of her.
    â€˜Whatever has happened to you?’ he said, concerned. ‘You’ve been out in that rain?’
    â€˜It wasn’t raining when I went out,’ she said, struggling for words.
    â€˜But it’s been raining for an hour.’
    â€˜I walked a long way. I needed some air. It took time to get back.’ She had no idea what she was saying.
    â€˜You’re hurt,’ he said, looking at her forehead.
    â€˜I fell,’ she gasped. ‘I hit my head on a log.’
    â€˜You need a doctor. Let me—’
    â€˜Keep away from me.’
    He was reaching gentle fingers towards her bruise, but she knew if he touched her she’d start screaming again.
    â€˜Your teeth are chattering,’ he said, his hand falling. ‘Go and have a hot bath or you’ll catch cold. My dear, you’ve got water dripping from your hair and over your face.’
    The water on her face wasn’t rain. He stood there looking at her tears and didn’t know it.
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