Rosalind beamed, dismissing dark thoughts. She kissed her fiancé again, just as Claudia and Julia bustled back in the door.
“Caught in the act!” Claudia shouted teasingly, and the couple broke apart, their expressions guilty. “Stop that nonsense and let’s go down to dinner.”
Vidal nodded. “Señorita Sánchez, I hope you have time to come to dinner with us.”
“Oh, Don Vidal, it’s very kind of you to invite me to eat with you, but totally unnecessary. I know my place, sir,” the seamstress protested in a gush.
“What do you mean?” Vidal quirked his eyebrows. “I am no snobbish aristocrat. I say you may eat dinner at my table any time you wish.”
“Thank you, sir.” This time Julia’s cheeks darkened.
“Shall we go then, ladies?”
“By all means,” Claudia said. “Lead the way.”
Vidal took Rosalind’
