Chapter 73

Once back in the villa, the sun setting on the horizon, they proceeded for something to eat, wedging themselves on an outside table inches from the pavement.

One thing Dianne had always appreciated about Taylor was his lack of snobbery when it came to food. His tastes were refined towards everything else, but he would happily wolf down anything put in front of him. When she’d suggested they eat here rather than the dinning, he’d shrugged his shoulders and agreed.

Fancy food was something she’d had to get used to when they’d married, having been raised on a diet that consisted mostly of microwave meals or baked beans on toast. A chocolate bar or ice cream would have been their usual form of dessert.

How simple everything was back then. Her mum had been young and naive but incredibly hardworking. She’d held down two jobs for as long as Dianne could remember but had always made sure she was home to have dinner with her only child. Half the time, she was unaware her daughter had skived of