“How could I have guessed, how could I have known, m’mselle, when you told me to pack because you were going back to England, that you would marry Monseigneur?”
“We are very happy.”
She suddenly realised the reason why the Duc had brought her to her bedroom for, lying on the bed, was a lace veil as fine as the lace on her gown.
Jeanne told her that all the brides of the Montvéal family had used it at their Weddings.
“Madame la Duchesse also sent these for you to choose which you prefer,” Jeanne added.
She opened two boxes as she spoke.
In one was a tiara of diamonds that encircled the head and which was very magnificent.
In the other was a wreath of diamond flowers made by one of the great jewellers of Paris whom Yursa had heard was a genius at creating flowers.
Jeanne took the wre
