“You are so kind,” Vernita said.
The maid had arranged her hair in a fashionable style and she felt as she went downstairs that Axel would not be ashamed of her in front of his friends.
The Vicomtesse was not beautiful, but she had a very sweet face with dark expressive eyes and jet-black hair that glowed with blue lights. She was beautifully dressed and walked with a grace that somehow echoed the pride and distinction that was very apparent in her husband.
The two gentlemen were waiting for them in the salon and, as Vernita entered the room, she thought it would be impossible to find anywhere in the world two men who looked so distinguished and had such authority in their bearing.
As she walked towards Axel, Vernita was watching the expression on his face to see if he was pleased with
