The King had made an excuse not to be present at dinner that night.
When it was over, Sola went up to her bedroom feeling that she must now be alone and her father did not try to persuade her to stay.
She thought that she would be unable to sleep, but in fact she slept quite well.
When she came downstairs to breakfast early in the morning, it was to find that her father was there and no one else who was staying at The Palace.
“I am glad we are alone, Papa,” Sola began. “What are we going to do today?”
“I am waiting for instructions,” the Grand Duke answered, “and I imagine that you will be seeing the dressmakers shortly.”
Sola shivered.
The idea of her Wedding seemed like a dark cloud menacing her and coming nearer and nearer to her all the time.
She was informed before breakfast w
