Throwing down her cards, rejecting the bad hand, Jeanne studied those closest to her. Turning to her immediate left, she watched the Princess de Soubise at the next table. The pretty redhead, rumored to have slept with the King, leaned dramatically over the table, making to whisper something to the man across from her, allowing her vast bosom to spill from her bodice, drawing the attention of all the men, and even some of the women, while from beneath the table, the woman"s long, thin hands drew cards out from their hiding spot in the bottom of her bodice. Jeanne chuckled silently, amused by the princess"s audacity and daring.
At the other end of the room, two older but still beautifully regal women entered. Walking beside Madame La Marechale de l"Hopital, renowned for her jewelry, includ
