Chapter SixRiding over the flat fields beyond the gardens and woods that surrounded the Château, Kezia thought that she had never been so happy.
As she had anticipated when she looked into her wardrobe after having left the Marquis the previous night, she found a riding habit.
It was something else that she knew she should refuse if she was behaving properly as a lady should.
Yet it was impossible not to accept a habit that was different from anything that she had seen anywhere.
It was so French and so chic that it made her thrill just to look at it.
Of a deep blue it was frogged with white braid and the lace of the white muslin blouse that went under it was so delicate that she thought it must have been made by the nuns of a French Convent.
She looked at it for a long time before fi
