CHAPTER SEVENAs her maid helped to undress her, Cecilia tried to shake off a feeling of imminent disaster.
All through the afternoon and now the evening so many tensions had swirled around her, it was like being on a battlefield never knowing where the next attack would come from.
It had seemed such an excellent idea to invite the Countess Natasha for the weekend.
She had sounded so sincere when she had said she wanted to help sort out the difficult situation between the two Princely cousins.
However, from the moment Cecilia had brought Natasha up to Ivan, she had known that this was not the reason she had angled for an invitation – a flash almost like lightening had passed between them.
Poor Rosalind, reflected Cecilia, slipping into her nightgown, stood no chance against the dangero
