There was something very authoritative about him.
It was even more obvious than the fact that he was exceedingly handsome.
His features, she told herself, were aristocratic and, if she had not known that he was a Marquis, she might even have thought that he was a King.
She smiled and the man on the other side of her asked,
“What do you find amusing?”
“My own thoughts,” Valessa replied.
“Now you are making me curious,” her partner said. “And who is the lucky man you are thinking about?”
“Actually, I was thinking of the Marquis.”
“A great many people think about him,” was the reply, “and the annoying thing is it is invariably the lady I am with!”
The way he spoke made Valessa laugh.
“I have just been hearing what a success he is,” she volunteered.
“He must have been born under a l
