CHAPTER SEVENThe Marquis swung himself out of the saddle and leapt down so that he was standing close to Lucilla.
He took her hand and, gazing into her eyes, he then almost exploded,
“Come to Paris with me!”
Lucilla was shocked to the core by his words. Her heart beat fast, swelling with joy and her head was spinning with excitement.
He gripped her fingers tightly, bringing her back to earth.
“Don’t you think that will be the most wonderful fun?” he asked, his brown eyes glowing. “Yes!” Lucilla managed to whisper, as she could scarcely breathe for the tide of emotion that surged in her breast. He wanted her to go away with him!
“It came to me yesterday – when you were leaving. It was something Violet said about wishing that you were her sister.”
Lucilla wondered why he was talking a
