CHAPTER TENThe carriage then rattled away, bearing the Fulwells back to their apartment and the Count took Chiara’s arm and began to walk.
She was giddy with joy.
As she felt his warm strong body pressing against her arm, she was filled with the same spinning, delicious sensation she had felt in the ballroom at Sandringham.
They strolled along gleaming canals and the bright lights in the windows of Palaces shone out to be reflected in the water below.
Above their heads, the sky was an extraordinary and brilliant shade of royal blue.
“What is it?” the Count asked, as Chiara drew a long shivering breath of delight.
“Look – a star is coming out and it is still as light as day!” she cried, gazing at the sky.
“Are you afraid that I will keep you out too late?” he said, looking down at he
