CHAPTER FIVEIt seemed to Lola that she was in a dream.
Ever since she had made up her mind to accept the Marquis’s invitation to travel with him to Italy, things had happened very quickly.
She had not told him that she would do so until after they had been riding the following morning.
She fortunately had in her trunk her mother’s riding habit, which was far smarter than her own and, as she well knew, it was more suitable for someone grown up.
When she appeared at the stables, she thought that both the Marquis and the Count looked at her admiringly.
She was, however, much more concerned with the horses than with them, as the Marquis had told her that she could ride whichever one she liked.
She went from stall to stall, thinking that each one was more magnificent than the last.
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