CHAPTER SIXIt was an icy afternoon and Delphine, wrapped in furs, was strolling in the garden with the Prince. She clung on his arm and giggled at his every remark, although it was doubtful if she understood a single word.
Following them Elvira eyed the train of Delphine’s cloak trailing in the snow. How she would have liked to tread on it – oh, so lightly – and see it slide from her shoulders!
Anything to interrupt the extravagant display of courtship that went on daily under everyone’s nose.
Since protocol demanded that Delphine and her suitor should never be left alone together, Elvira had been forced to spend many hours in their wake.
Serge usually joined them to aid the Prince in his halting attempts at conversation with Delphine.
As the days passed, however, eyes and hands began
