Chapter SixNadia walked round the sitting room looking at the pictures and ornaments.
Every time she did so she thought how beautiful they were and how each one had a history of its own that she wanted to remember.
She had asked Warren about the pictures and he told her how they had come into the family, one of them being a present to his father and mother on their marriage.
“Everything in this house Mama treasures, because it is part of her life with my father, and of course mine,” he said with a smile.
“I can tell that it was all chosen with love,” Nadia commented softly.
He smiled, thinking it was the sort of remark that only she would make and which he found himself remembering when he thought about her during the night.
For her, he felt sure, every day was an enchantment that sh
