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By Aamir Mannan.

AN IDEAL MARRIAGE?

GABBI eased the car to a halt in the long of traffic banked up behind the New South Head Road inter- section adjacent to Sydney's suburban Elizabeth Bay. A slight  frown creased her forehead  as she checked her watch, and her fingers tapped an impatient tattoo against the steering wheel.She had precisely one hour in which to shower, wash her hair, dry and style it, apply make-up, dress, and greet invited dinner guests. The loss of ten minutes caught up in heavy traffic didn't form part of her plan. 

Her eyes slid to the manicured length of her nails, and their lacquered perfection had cost her lunch. An apple at her desk mid-afternoon could hardly be termed an adequate substitute. 

The car in front began to move,and she followed its path, picking up speed, only to depress the brake pedal as the lights changed. Damn. At this rate it would take  two , if not three attempts to clear the intersection. She should, she admitted silently, have left her of-fice earlier in order to miss the heavy early evening traffic. Yet stubborn single-mindedness had prevented her from doing so. 

As James Stanton's daughter, she had no need to work. Property, an extensive share portfolio and a handsome annuity placed her high on the list of Sydney's  


independently wealthy young women. As Benedict Nicols' wife, her position as assis-tant management  consultant with Stanton-Nicols Enterprises was nepotism at its very worst. Gabbi thrust the gear-shift forward with unaccus-tomed force, attaining momentary satisfaction from the sound of the 


Mercedes' refined engine as she eased the car forward and followed the traffic's crawling pace,only to halt scant minutes later. The cell phone rang, and she automatically reached for it.Gabrielle. Only one person steadfastly refused to abbreviate her Christian name. 'Monique.' You 're driving?  Stationary,' she informed her, pondering the pur-pose of her stepmother's call. Monique never rang to simply say 'hello. 

'Annaliese flew in this afternoon.Would it be an imposition if she came to dinner?'Years spent attending an elite boarding school had instilled requisite good manners. Not at all. We'd be delighted.' Thank you, darling. Wonderful, Gabbi Accorded silently as punched in the appropriate code and alerted Marie to set an- other place at the table. Sorry to land this on you,' she added apologeti- cally before replacing the handset down onto the con-sole.....