Chapter 6As the yacht steamed into the Black Sea, the Duke was watching Anoushka’s face, feeling sure that she was showing a significantly different kind of excitement in her eyes.
Intent on finding clues of her past, he had found one of curious significance the moment they arrived at Nice.
They had stepped out of the special carriage attached to the train to find that as usual the courier, who had gone ahead of them, had arranged for the Duke’s own carriage drawn by his own horses to be waiting outside the station.
The morning sunshine made it imperative to have the carriage open, but there was a fringed linen canopy to protect them from the sun.
As they drove away, Anoushka had glimpses of the blue sea. Then after they had passed through the town and started to climb the hills above
