CHAPTER SIX
Avila woke in the morning with a growing feeling of excitement that today was going to be extremely significant for her. She was not quite sure why or how, but she felt certain that it would be.
She had gone to bed dreaming of Prince Darius.
She thought as she came downstairs that he looked even more handsome than he had in her dreams.
She had been told when her maid called her that Lady Bedstone was very sorry but she did not feel well enough to get out of bed this morning.
Avila had gone to see her in her bedroom and found that there was really nothing wrong with her.
The truth was that Lady Bedstone was afraid that she might have to walk some distance or perhaps climb up the side of a hill.
“I know what men are like,” she grumbled, “when they are showing off something
