Chapter SevenFlorencia stood at the window looking out at the English countryside.
She had no idea that the grass in England could be so green or that the lake that lay just beyond the terrace would be so beautiful with black and white swans moving serenely on its silver surface.
In the Park under the huge ancient oak trees there were spotted deer and, as she watched, a flight of white doves flew from the trees towards the house.
She felt as if she had been in a dream ever since Lord Mere had arrived at the Palazzo late that night to tell her that her father was free and so was she.
Every moment since then she had found herself thanking God for sending him into her life and thinking too that no man could be more wonderful.
When he left her pulsating from his kisses, she had felt a flo
