The Tempestuous Affair

As Vivienne Scott stood on the hilltop looking down on the old city, on the silhouette of The Citadel and the twinkling lights of the distant modern skyscrapers, she knew the thrill of a perfect moment. Beside her stood Julian Garston, his hair thick and dark with a hint of silver, his face handsome, virile, unruffled, conveying a sense of power and control. Their first meeting, on the road to Chiltalands, the family's Berkshire estate, had been stormy; their second, a shock. But now Vivienne stood beside him -- the father of the man she was engaged to marry -- and knew she loved him. ,Julian -- not David -- was the love of her lifetime. And no one must ever know!