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Cyprus Bridal Diamond Wedding Jewellery Collection. 

Aamir Mannan.

The Story of Love
I'M SORRY, Miss Hyssop.Your father won't keep you a moment, ' said the polite personal assistant.

Gaby  Hyssop chuckled. She had never visited her father when he had not kept her waiting. His assistants were usually instructed to ply her with magazines in which he was admiringly interviewed. They would also bring her coffee, the quality of which was designed to make his only daughter regret her decision to live in London when she left music college, rather than join her father in Los Angeles as he had asked her to do.

Something  to read?' the girl offered. Gaby bit back a grin. Its cover displayed a photo- graph of  Michael Hyssop, alternative practitioner to the stars, with his arm round an adoring beauty. The fact that the woman was on her third come-back and was a self-proclaimed  ex-alcoholic only made it the more interesting from Michael's point of view, Gaby thought. Presumably he' d had a hand in her recovery. Thank you, gave her a relieved smile and went back to her computer screen. Gaby pulled the long rope of her shining chestnut hair over her shoulder and sank down on to a sumptuous couch to read about her father's triumphs.

There was nothing particularly gripping in it, she found as she flicked through the pages.both her parents were alternative therapists and she knew a lot of the theory from her mother. But while anne was interested in deep healing and experiment, Michael ran a more successful and highly publicised practice in Hollywood. Anne, an intense and unworldly creature, was frankly scathing about it. gaby was rueful, remembering. Her mother had run out of patience with Michael and his love-affair with which  the media some years ago. In the last furious row, anne had called him a shallow showman.that was just before she walked 


out, leaving him in LA and bringing their only child home to London. 

Gaby considered his photograph now her head on one side. He was till a fine-looking man, she thought. The telephone on the girl's desk buzzed. She answered it. By the way voice instantly warmed. Gaby knew who it was on the other end of the tele-phone.Could you dazzle someone over the telephone?she mused, as the girl put down the instrument with a far-away look in her eyes and turned to her. Mr Hyssop says would you like some real American Gaby laughed  aloud. 

Doesn't change, does he?' she said with affection. No thank you, I'll carry on reading his  Press notices. The girl gave her an uneasy smile and went back to her work. Gaby selected another magazine. Michael or someone had marked one of glossy gossip column snippets in a red biro. She ran her eye over it without much interest.

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