‘How could anyone not be better and more motivated for having seen something so beautiful?’ Zorina asked herself a thousand times.
Now, as she walked back slowly because she wanted to savour everything around her, she wondered if Mr. Rudolf was thinking of The Palace and perhaps a little about her.
‘He cannot really expect me to come and meet him tomorrow morning,’ she ruminated to herself in her bedroom.
Yet she recognised that, when she went to bed without telling her mother of her strange encounter in the Cartoon Gallery, that she would rise earlier than usual in the morning.
Even if he was there, she would not have to apologise too profusely to the Prince.
The old man would be waiting to tell her about his horses in Romania and the Castle he had owned before for family reasons he
