CHAPTER TWOAlone in her bedroom, where a maid had already unpacked her luggage and laid out an evening dress on the bed, Karina stood for a moment with her hands to her forehead. She was trying to think of all that had happened during the day.
It seemed impossible that only a few hours ago she had been at home at Letchfield Park and that even now her uncle and aunt would not have realised that she had left.
It was unlikely that anyone would go to her room until she did not appear at dinner. Then they would find the note that she had left on her dressing table.
She could imagine their amazed faces when they realised that she had run away and she could visualise their incredulity when they learnt that she did not intend to marry Cyril.
At the thought of him she shivered. Even now she cou
