He lifted her hand to his lips.
“I have never seen you in this colour before,” he said in a voice that only she could hear. “It enchants me.”
Because it was difficult to think of anything but the touch of his hand on hers and his closeness, which made her quiver, it was an effort for Susi to say,
“I – want you to – meet Trina.”
She turned towards her daughter saying in what she tried to make a conventional tone,
“Trina, may I present – the Comte de Girone.”
As she spoke, she saw the surprise in the Comte’s eyes and the flashing smile that Trina greeted him with.
“But it’s incredible!” he said, looking first at Trina and then back to Susi. “Completely incredible. You might be twins!”
“That is exactly what I said to Mama when I arrived,” Trina laughed.
It was then that another thoug
