Chapter SevenStanding in her own bedroom, Yola felt as if she had encountered a hurricane and was unable to think and hardly able to breathe.
They had not been long in the salon before her grandmother suggested they go upstairs to dress for dinner.
But the Marquis had talked easily, amusingly, and in a manner that did not seem to be in the least assumed and yet his behaviour towards her was that of an absolute stranger.
She could not believe, could not credit, that any man could act so well.
As she listened to him speaking to her grandmother of the old days, saying how glad he was to be back again, it was hard to think that this was the same man who had said that he loved her and would sacrifice everything and anything because of his love.
It was impossible for him not to have recogni
