Chapter FourGilda lay in that delicious state between sleeping and waking, thinking how happy she was.
Last night had been a revelation and had far exceeded all her wildest anticipations.
She had always dreamt of seeing a ballroom filled with beautiful women and handsome men dancing under the glittering light of crystal chandeliers with a band playing softly and the atmosphere fragrant with the scent of flowers.
The dinner party too at the Countess of Dorset’s had been an enchantment.
They had sat down fifty to dinner and the large table stretching down the middle of the room was a magnificent sight with its gold ornaments, huge golden candelabra and decorated with orchids.
Gilda had sat staring about her wide-eyed until she realised that the Marquis was watching her and remembered th
