However, she had enjoyed more than anything else dancing with Vincent who, much to her surprise, had also been invited.
The band played a slow dreamy waltz and, when it had come to an end, they walked out into the garden.
Lit with fairy lights and Chinese lanterns hanging from every tree it was very romantic.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Vincent asked her.
“Very much more than I expected. This is my first real party and I was afraid I might be a wallflower. But I have danced every dance.”
“They should all have been with me, but you have too many admirers. I have a feeling that after tomorrow I will have to work very hard to keep you all to myself.”
“You know that your portrait of me comes before anything else,” Alena muttered.
“I wish I thought you meant that,” he replied. “But
