“Come in here. I want to speak to you,” Lulu ordered peremptorily from the doorway.
Aria wanted to refuse and then she felt it would be cowardly. Slowly and with what she hoped was a show of dignity, she walked through the bedroom door.
The sunlight was streaming through the windows and somehow the room seemed exotic.
There was the fragrance of an exotic perfume, there were bowls of orchids, which were Lulu’s favourite flower and there was a toilet set of beaten gold decorated with sapphires and an ermine and sable rug flung over the end of the bed.
It was over-luxurious, over-rich and somehow at variance with the countryside and the soft warm air of the summer’s day.
Lulu had changed from her trailing white negligée to a frock of pale nylon, which she wore with a dozen ropes of pearl
