CHAPTER EIGHT“Will mademoiselle require me to dress her hair this evening?” Mariette, the young French maid who was maiding Lucilla during her stay at the Hotel de la Reine, asked, as she stood politely by the gilded dressing table, an ivory comb in her hand. “Oh, yes please, Mariette, I have to look my very best this evening and I am sure you know the latest styles.”
“D’accord, mademoiselle, it will be my pleasure!” Mariette said and with a few deft touches of the comb, she scooped Lucilla’s hair up into a glorious mass of shining tresses.
“You are so quick,” Lucilla sighed, admiring the way that the new elegant hairstyle made her neck look very long and showed off her heart-shaped face to perfection.
Mariette smiled, her round pink face glowing with pleasure under her white linen cap.
