Chapter FiveLokita stood looking out onto the small square.
There was a garden in the centre of it, but the trees seemed grey and somehow lifeless compared with those in Paris.
The sky was overcast and she felt that London was in fact all grey, dull and dismal like the despair in her heart.
She was thinner than she had been a week ago and there were dark lines under her eyes because every night she had wept until she was exhausted.
She had wept for the Prince, for her lost dreams, for missing the Russian party he had arranged for her and the future held nothing but loneliness.
She could hardly believe that she was hearing aright when Andy had told her that they were leaving for London that very night.
She had come off the stage to the tumultuous applause of the audience with her eyes
