A maidservant came to help her unpack.
Since they were dining at the Residency, Kayla felt that she should put on one of her mother’s gowns and she chose the most elaborate.
If Christopher was intending to start climbing up the mountains tomorrow, she reasoned, she would not see him again for quite a long time.
She and her mother had always been the same size and this gown, which was very pale pink, had been bought for when she was to sing at an opening night in the Théâtre des Variétés.
It had a low décolletage and a little train and had been exquisitely made with a little skilfully inserted diamante at the neck and waist.
Kayla was nearly ready when there came a knock on the door.
“With his Lordship’s compliments,” she heard the valet say.
The maid brought her a small tray on whic
