CHAPTER ELEVENFleur’s first days at Greystone Priory passed like a dream.
It was difficult for her to sort out her impressions, but nevertheless the beauty and the atmosphere of The Priory itself gripped her, it was a never failing source of joy and interest.
And despite her chaotic emotions, which would not let her rest, Fleur did find a certain peace in new her environment.
Now it was just superficial, but she acknowledged even that relief gratefully, hoping that finally it would percolate into her consciousness and she would become an integral part of it.
Yet how could she be anything but disturbed and distraught when, from the moment she had left the Reynolds’ household, she had been bombarded with letters and telephone calls from Jack?
In her new conception of him and in the disa
