M’mselle“I will try not to,” Larisa answered, knowing as she spoke that it would be impossible not to remember, not to think, not to feel.
But what was the point of saying so?
She bent down and kissed the old woman’s cheek.
“Thank you,” she said softly. “I shall always remember you – as I shall remember Valmont.”
Holding her head high she went down the stairs to the side-door where the carriage was waiting.
It was only as the carriage moved up the drive that she looked back. The Château with the sun on it was looking incredibly beautiful and the tears came into her eyes.
ChâteauShe had never known that a house could be so perfect, and yet it was not to the house she was saying goodbye but to its owner. With an almost superhuman effort she forced herself not to cry but think only of w
