And in the early spring, when the weather would be perfect in the Gulf, the Princess was insisting that Nikos and Diana visit again. Especially to take a trip to her brother’s love-nest.
‘It is where you fell in love with your husband,’ she had said, looking sternly at Diana. ‘To refuse would be to offend,’ she’d warned. But there had been a glint of humour in her eyes as she’d spoken. And there had been a glint of answering humour in Nikos’s face as he’d bowed his grateful assent.
‘Only a madman would refuse to take the woman he loves more than life itself to the place where the stars themselves blessed their union,’ he’d said.
The Princess had sighed in romantic satisfaction.
And taken another scone.
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