CHAPTER EIGHT“Dear Thomas, I am writing to let you know that all is well with me – ”
Rosella dipped the gold nib of her pen into the blue glass inkbottle that stood on the writing desk.
She wanted to tell Thomas about the extraordinary place where she had now been living for a whole week, but how could she possibly describe the Ca’ degli Angeli – the great sumptuous Palazzo, home to the Contessa Allegrini, without using too many long words?
She was sitting by the window of her bedroom, one of the smaller rooms in the old building, yet it was almost twice the size of her room at New Hall.
Below her, through the open shutters, she could see the deep green water of the Grand Canal and the sunlight flashing on the waves that rippled every time a boat drifted past.
“I am in Venice,” she wr
