“I hope, madame, I may have the honour of escorting you into dinner.”
“I shall be delighted,” she replied, knowing that she was entitled to this position as her rank was senior to all the other guests’ titles.
The Marques then turned to another distinguished guest,
“I want you, José, to look after the Comtesse Felicity, as she knows nobody in the party. I can rely on you to see that she enjoys herself.”
“It is something I am very willing to do,” José replied and he smiled.
Felicita had already discovered that he was a Baron.
As they all proceeded into dinner, Felicita was aware that the Comtesse de Valmont was angry.
Her dark eyes were flashing as she found herself sitting halfway down the large table in the Baronial Dining Room.
She was obviously fuming that she should have been s
