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immediately. “Have you found your sister yet?”

      “Not yet. I found someone who spoke to her recently. He said she was staying in a town an hour or two away from Milan, but he couldn’t remember the town’s name.”

      “Oh, no.” Jess sounded horrified. “That’s like—so close but so far. What are you going to do now?”

      “I’m going to try and stay here for a few weeks because he said he’ll message me if he remembers. I phoned about an au pair job, but it had already been taken. Do you know of anyone in Milan, or in Italy, who might need a helper?”

      Cassie had serious respect for Jess’s networking capabilities. The tall, friendly blonde seemed to have a natural talent for picking up strategically placed connections. That was how Cassie had gotten her last job, even though it hadn’t turned out well; and it was also how they’d been able to secure their holiday apartment at an affordable rate.

      “In Milan?” Jess sounded thoughtful.

      “Or anywhere nearby,” Cassie reminded her, hoping to widen the net.

      Jess sighed.

      “Not offhand. Milan’s in the north of Italy, isn’t it?”

      “Yes, it is.”

      “So even something in Switzerland, or southern Germany, would actually be doable too, wouldn’t it? I guess you don’t want to go back to France right now.”

      Or ever, Cassie thought.

      “I’d rather steer clear of France.”

      “Let me ask. Everyone’s jetting off skiing at the moment and my employers know some people who own ski chalets. You could work as a chalet maid. The money’s not great, but you get to ski for free.”

      “Please ask them,” Cassie said.

      “Meanwhile, pester that guy who spoke to your sister,” Jess advised. “Don’t be shy. Tell him to sit with a map in front of him and look at all the towns until the right name jogs his memory.”

      She laughed, and Cassie found herself laughing along with her.

      “I’ve got to run,” Jess said. “Dental appointment. For the children, not me. Chat later, Cassie, good luck!”

      As Cassie disconnected, her phone rang again. She found herself speaking to Abigail, the woman who had answered when she called about the au pairing job.

      “Hello, I am speaking on behalf of Ms. Rossi. You called about a job earlier, is that correct?”

      “Yes, that’s right.”

      “Which job was it, please? Was it the junior fashion designer, or was it the au pair position?”

      “It was the au pair position.”

      “Please hold for a moment.”

      The woman sounded anxious and Cassie could hear a whispered conversation in the background.

      A few moments later, she spoke again.

      “I am so sorry. Please accept my apologies. I did not know about the au pair position. Ms. Rossi has confirmed that this job is available, and it is the designer one that was filled. She has asked me to find out if you are still interested.”

      “Yes. Yes, I am.”

      “Ms. Rossi will be available for interviews this afternoon at her home, from two-thirty p.m. onwards. The first successful candidate will be hired, and will be required to start immediately. Can I message you the address?”

      “Please,” Cassie said, feeling worried all over again. It sounded as if she’d have to make an instant decision about whether the job was right for her or not. She wondered what the children would be like, and that thought made her feel nauseous with nerves.

      She couldn’t take the job without meeting the children, she decided. They were the ones she would be spending every day with. Their mother sounded like a wealthy woman and from Cassie’s limited experience, this meant the children might be spoiled or neglected.

      When her phone buzzed again and the directions came through, she decided to drive there immediately.

      After all, if she wasn’t first in the interview queue, there wouldn’t be a decision to be made at all.

*

      Cassie reached the neighborhood just before noon. The streets were quiet and immaculately maintained, with large houses set far back from the road among well-treed gardens. Cassie guessed that in summer, when the trees were clothed in greenery, the houses would be invisible from the road.

      She was surprised at the amount of security that she saw present. Every house was fenced or walled, with tall automatic gates. Cassie wasn’t sure whether the wealthy valued their security and privacy, or whether there was a crime problem in this affluent area. She suspected it was probably the former.

      Driving through the streets in her small, elderly runabout, Cassie noticed a few of the locals in their brightly colored sports cars and dark SUVs peering at her suspiciously. She and her car looked out of place in this area, and people were noticing.

      A few blocks further down, she found a coffee shop. She was too nervous to be hungry, but forced herself to eat a cornetto and drink a bottle of water.

      Remembering that this woman obviously worked in the fashion world, and that the neighborhood was very affluent, Cassie was eager to give a good impression. She detoured to the restrooms, where she smoothed her hair down and checked that there were no crumbs on her top after eating the flaky, mascarpone-filled pastry.

      Then she headed for the house and pulled up outside the ornate wrought-iron gate at exactly two minutes to two.

      She was shaking with nerves, and wishing she was more confident about her own ability to decide if the job was right for her. She would have to make a snap judgment about it. There would be a lot of variables to consider and what if she missed the important ones?

      It felt like a huge leap of faith to even think about going back into au pairing after the experiences she’d had. If she hadn’t been so determined to stay in the area and find out what had happened to Jacqui, she would never have considered taking this job.

      Forcing herself to breathe deeply and stay calm, Cassie leaned out the window and pressed the gate buzzer.

      After a pause, the gate swung open and she headed up the paved driveway which wound its way through the gardens.

      She parked under an Italian olive tree, next to a triple garage, encouraged to see that there were no other cars parked nearby. Hopefully that meant she was the first applicant to arrive.

      Cassie walked up the pathway to the enormous wooden front door. She rang the doorbell and heard it chime far away in the house.

      She’d expected that the door would be answered by a parlor maid or assistant, but a few moments later she heard the click of high heels, and the front door was opened by a woman who looked to be about forty years old, with an unmistakable air of authority.

      She was at least half a head taller than Cassie, but much of her height was thanks to an exquisite pair of peacock blue leather boots with tall, curved heels. Her dark hair was artfully styled in waves over her shoulders. A heavy gold chain gleamed around her neck, and gold bracelets jangled on her arms as she opened the door wide.

      “Buongiorno,” she said. Her voice, too, had an authoritative ring to it. “You must be here for the au pair interview?”

      “Good afternoon. Yes, I am. My name’s Cassie Vale. I’m early, I know. The lady I spoke to said two-thirty but I was worried about being late.”

      Aware she was babbling nervously, Cassie closed her mouth in a hurry.

      But the woman seemed pleased about her timekeeping. Her perfectly lipsticked mouth curved in a smile.

      “Punctuality is a politeness. I insist on it, for myself and everyone who works with me. So I thank you for the courtesy. I am Ottavia Rossi. Please come inside.”

      Overwhelmed that she’d already made a

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