Loretta knew that she too was still young and yet she was thinking of the idealistic love that a man like the Marquis would never give her.
Ingrid had not found it until after her marriage and both she and the Earl had made great sacrifices rather than lose it.
‘That is the love I want,’ she thought as she had thought ever since she had come to Paris.
It was impossible to see Ingrid and the Earl together without knowing that they vibrated to each other.
She had been aware at luncheon that the Earl’s eyes kept going down the table to where Ingrid was sitting at the end of it.
There was an expression on his face that Loretta knew was very different from the way the Comte de Marais was looking flirtatiously at her.
During luncheon he had said in a low voice,
“I have to see you again, m
