had felt forced to interfereââ
âHe couldnât wait to interfere!â
âI found it very hard not to tell him that he still had a grandchild on the way,â the older woman confessed wryly. âBut, just as his loyalties ultimately lay with his son, mine lay with you. I respected your wishes.â
âBut to take the money...â Daisy was shattered by that revelation.
âI still believe I made the most sensible decision. You were very young at the time. You needed financial securityââ
âIâve managed fine all these years without Leopardi conscience money!â
âBut you mightnât have done. A lot of things could have gone wrong,â Janet pointed out. âAnd what about Tara? Donât you think that she is entitled to have something from her fatherâs family?â
âIâll give it back!â Daisy swore, too upset to listen.
âWait and ask your daughter how she feels about that when sheâs eighteen. I doubt very much that Tara will feel as you feel now. She does, after all, have Leopardi blood in her veinsââ
âDo you think I donât know that?â Daisy asked defensively. âTara knows exactly who she isââ
âNo, she knows who you want her to be. Sheâs insatiably curious about her father.â
Daisy was finding herself under a surprise attack from a woman she both respected and loved and it was a deeply disturbing experience. âSince when?â
âThe older she gets, the more often she mentions him. She talks about him to me. She wonât ask you about him because she doesnât want to upset you.â
âI have never ducked any of her questions. Iâve been totally honest with her.â
Janet grimaced. âItâs going to be very difficult for you but I think itâs time for you to tell Alessio that he has a daughterââ
âAre you out of your mind?â Daisy gasped, thunderstruck.
âSome day Tara is likely to march into his office in the City and announce herself...and for her sake Alessio ought to be forewarned.â
âI canât believe youâre saying this to me.â
âDo you intend to tell Tara that you met Alessio today?â
There was a sharp little sound from behind them. Both women jerked round. Tara was standing in the hall, wideeyed and apparently frozen to the spot by what she had overheard. Then she surged forward, her pretty face suddenly full of wild excitement. âYou met my father... Mum, you were speaking to him? Really...genuinely...speaking to him? Did you tell him about me?â she demanded, as if that revelation might have just popped out in casual conversation.
Daisy was stunned by Taraâs naked excitement, by the crucifying look of hope and expectation glowing in her eyes. She was being faced with a disorientatingly different side of the daughter she had believed she knew inside out. And, shorn of the world-weary teenage front, the innocence of the child had never shone through more clearly. Icy fingers clutched at Daisyâs heart. Janet had been right. Tara was desperate to be acknowledged by Alessio but she had carefully hidden that uncomfortable truth from her mother. Only this morning she had carelessly referred to her father as a âmajor creepâ.
âNo... Iâm afraid I didnât,â Daisy said woodenly, traumatised by what she had seen in her daughterâs face.
âYour mother didnât get the opportunity,â Janet chipped in heavily.
Taraâs face shuttered as if she realised how much she had betrayed and then raw resentment flared in her painfilled eyes. âJust because he didnât want you doesnât mean he mightnât want to know me !â she condemned with a choked sob.
Daisy went white. Her daughter stared at her in appalled silence and then took off. The kitchen door slammed on her hurtling exit.
âLord, all