Chapter ThreeAs the Duke suggested, Solita went upstairs to lie down.
As she climbed into bed, she realised that she was very tired and she fell asleep almost at once.
When she awoke, it was to hear somebody moving about the room and found that it was the maid who was preparing her bath.
It took Solita a moment to accustom her eyes to the glamour of the room.
With its painted ceiling, antique inlaid furniture, mirrors surrounded by cupids and pictures by Master artists, it was a dream of luxury.
The villa where she had lived in Italy had been beautiful, but in a very different way from The Castle and certainly not so impressive.
When the maid had finished preparing her bath, Solita stepped into its scented water and thought how lucky she was.
She knew from the very limited amount of
