She had expected him to be attractive and she was not mistaken. A man of forty-five, he was not only handsome but had an air of authority that reminded her of her father. He also had the charm and the courtesy of his generation.
“May I welcome you, Mademoiselle Lefleur, to Paris?” he asked. “Aimée tells me that you have not been here before.”
Yola sank in a deep curtsey and when she rose she answered,
“No, Your Grace, and it is very kind indeed of Aimée to have me to stay. I have been so looking forward to this visit.”
“We must do our best to amuse you and to see that your impression of Paris is a favourable one,” the Duc said.
While he spoke politely, he found it difficult, Yola realised, not to look only at Aimée.
There was no doubt that he was as deeply in love with her as she was
