“Avila, dearest! You are all right?” Mrs. Grandell asked.
“Yes, perfectly, Mama,” Avila replied.
She threw back her veil so that she could kiss her mother.
Then turning to the Princess she curtseyed.
“Everything went off perfectly, Your Royal Highness.”
“I am extremely grateful to you,” Princess Marigold replied.
She was wearing a white summer dress, not unlike the one that Avila had worn when she had arrived at the hotel from the country.
Now she started to change into the black gown that she had brought with her.
It was unpacked and lying on the bed.
“I shall need my bonnet,” Princess Marigold said. “I am sure you found the veil useful in case people stared at you too closely.”
“Yes, indeed,” Avila answered, “and thank you very much, ma’am, for the lovely gowns you put in the t
