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that guessing, all that waiting was to be put to rest now they were finally talking.
    â€˜I know your brother Iosef,’ Ross said. ‘He asked me to keep an eye out for you when you started.’
    â€˜Did he?’ Her cheeks were burning, the back of her nose was stinging, and she wanted to run, to kick up her heels and run from him—because all the time she’d thought it was her, not her family, that he saw.
    â€˜I’ve always meant to introduce myself. Iosef is a good friend.’ It was her jacket’s fault, Ross decided. Her jacket smelt of the forbidden perfume. It smelt so much of her that he forgot, for a second, his newly laid-down rules. ‘We should catch up some time…’
    â€˜Why?’ She turned very blue eyes to him. ‘So that you can report back to Iosef?’
    â€˜Of course not.’
    â€˜Tell him I’m doing fine,’ Annika snapped, and, no, she didn’t kick up her heels, and she didn’t run, but she did walk swiftly away from him.
    A year.
    For more than a year she’d carried a torch, had secretly hoped that his smile, those looks they had shared, had meant something. All that time she had thought it had been about her, and yet again it wasn’t.
    Again, all she was was a Kolovsky.
    It rankled. On the drive home it gnawed and burnt, but when she got there her mother had left a long message on the answer machine which rankled rather more.
    They needed to go over details, she reminded her daughter.
    It was the charity ball in just three weeks—as if Annika could ever forget.
    When Annika had been a child it had been discovered that her father had an illegitimate son—one who was being raised in an orphanage in Russia.
    Levander had been brought over to Australia. Her father had done everything to make up for the wretched years his son had suffered, and Levander’s appalling early life had been kept a closely guarded family secret.
    Now, though, the truth was starting to seep out. And Nina, anticipating a public backlash, had moved into pre-emptive damage control.
    Huge donations had been sent to several orphanages, and to a couple of street-kid programmes too.
    And then there was The Ball .
    It was to be a dazzling, glitzy affair they would all attend. Levander was to be excused because he was in England, but the rest of the family would be there. Iosef and his wife, her brother Aleksi, and of course Annika. They would all look glossy and beautiful and be photographed to the max, so that when the truth inevitably came out the spin doctors would be ready.
    Already were ready.
    Annika had read the draft of the waiting press release.
    The revelation of his son Levander’s suffering sent Ivan Kolovsky to an early grave. He was thrilled when his second-born, Iosef, on qualifying as a doctor, chose to work amongst the poor in Russia, and Ivan would be proud to know that his daughter, Annika, is now studying nursing. On Ivan’s deathbed he begged his wife to set up the Kolovsky Foundation, which has gone on to raise huge amounts (insert current figure).
    Lies.
    Lies based on twisted truths. And only since her father’s death had Annika started to question them.
    And now she had, everything had fallen apart.
    Her mother had never hit her before—oh, maybe a slap on the leg when she was little and had refused to converse in Russian, and once as a teenager, when her mother had found out she was eating burgers on her morning jog, Annika had nursed a red cheek and a swollen eye…but hardly anything major…
    Until she had asked about Levander.
    They had been sorting out her father’s things, a painful task at the best of times, and Annika had come across some letters. She hadn’t read them—she hadn’t had a chance to. Nina had snatched them out of her hands, but Annika had asked her mother a question that had been nagging. It was a question her brothers had refused to answer when she had approached