Then she rose to her feet revealing, as she did so, her gown of rich peacock blue silk which had been concealed by the fur-trimmed coat she wore when she arrived.
Her waist was tiny and the bodice above it was moulded over her breasts in a way that made her look exceedingly elegant and also, Pandia thought, somewhat revealing.
Selene walked towards the door.
“I suppose there is nothing to drink?” she asked.
“I think we have a bottle of claret left, which Papa used to enjoy.”
“Well, you had better open it,” Selene replied. “I certainly need something to sustain me after such a long journey.”
“I wish you had told me you were coming,” Pandia said. “We could have had everything ready for you. However, Nanny has cooked a rabbit for luncheon and, as you will remember, her rabbits are alway
