CHAPTER TWOMarina awoke the next morning with a very heavy heart.
“Come along, miss, it might not be so bad at all,”
trilled Ellen, as she bustled around the room checking that everything was packed. “I have heard that Paris is a beautiful city.”
“Yes, it is,” sighed Marina, sitting up in bed, “but I don’t think that I could enjoy it even if I tried.”
Ellen gave her Mistress a sad look and snapped shut the lock on the last trunk.
“There, that’s all done now,” she announced, with some satisfaction.
Marina felt as if she had nothing to look forward to.
‘Mama has gone, Papa does not want me and now I am being bundled off to France as if I was unwanted luggage.’
Hot tears began to course down her cheeks. She felt too miserable to even get up out of bed.
Just then, Ellen came back into
