We arrived on the little island paradise of Capri so early it was practically deserted. In the old days we would spend hours just wandering around, admiring the scenery and taking it easy. I was hoping to do that today too, but Gina reminded me I’d asked go shopping, so shopping was what we were going to do. Obviously I was being punished for my failure to fall for her scheming.
We took the funicular from Marina Grande to Capri town, where there were enough exclusive shops and boutiques to keep even Gina entertained for the best part of the morning. Once it became too busy, we stopped for lunch at a little café just off La Piazzetta, before returning to the harbour to beat the rush back to the mainland.
Yet despite the glamour of the designer shops, and the pretty little cobblestone streets, all I could think about was Ryan and why he’d returned to Sorrento. Was it merely a coincidence? He’d never been the kind of man to allow himself to be manipulated by others. If he was here, it was because he wanted to be. To see me? Unlikely, because that would imply he wanted us to get back together, and why would he do that, when he could choose any girl he wanted?
I sighed. Now I’d succeeded in making myself even more miserable.
“You’re suspiciously quiet,” Gina informed me, once we were back on the hydrofoil with all our – OK, mostly her shopping.
I couldn’t contain myself any longer. “Did you know Ryan going to be here this weekend?”
She shrugged. “The band are recording a TV show in Rome on Monday. I knew Luca would be visiting my father, so I suggested he might like to bring Ryan along with him.”
“You’re supposed to be my friend! How could you set me up like that?”
“I hated seeing you so sad. This problem with Ryan is all in your head. He had his photo taken with a pretty girl at an award ceremony. So what? It’s called having a good time. Something you seem to have forgotten how to do.”
Ouch!
“It wasn’t only the photograph,” I grumbled, “she wrote a song about him too. They were obviously in a relationship – at the same time he was supposed to be seeing me!”
“Rubbish! If that poor girl slept with every man she’s ever been photographed with, she would never have the energy to write the songs!”
Gina had a point. For a moment I was silent as I watched the rugged coastline of Sorrento draw nearer. “You think I’ve made a mistake?”
“I think you are like one of those hotels,” Gina said, pointing to the line of huge luxury hotels perched high upon the cliffs. Some had even been built directly into the rock face.
“Big and old?” I ventured dubiously.
“High in the air, looking down on poor Ryan.”
I snorted. “Seriously?”
She grinned at that. “It sounds better in Italian,” she admitted. “What I’m trying to say is that maybe you’ve been too quick to jump to the wrong conclusion – about everything! I understand that you don’t want to get hurt again. Is that why you dumped Ryan before he had the chance to explain? So he couldn’t break up with you first?”
Gina knew me a little too well. I decided it was safer to remain silent.
She sighed. “Ultimately it’s up to you, but Luca would never be friends with the kind of man you seem to think Ryan is. He said Ryan hasn’t even looked at another girl since the two of you broke up. You should at least let Ryan have the chance to tell you what really happened that night.”