Ria Delano

Ria

Like a besotted fool, she had rushed to the Club one evening, when she had just turned sixteen. She wanted to tell him that she loved him and wanted him to be her first lover.

*

Two years ago.

Ria glided across the carpeted floor of the Club. She dived into the doorway as she saw Danielle Eton crossing the foyer and heading to the lifts. The last thing she needed was to have Dani see her, she thought, biting her lower lip nervously.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror as she dashed across to the corridor that led to the residences of those who worked under her father, Lucien Delano. There were small cottages that had been built over the years and those who were in residence at the Club, related to work, had been allotted these houses. And Ria Delano was definitely heading to meet one particular person who lived there.

If her mother got wind of what she was doing, she would be furious, thought Ria, biting her lip again, thinking of Proserpina Delano. No, distraught and disap