Daphne
Louis led me through the castle to what he called “the informal dining room”. Which still looked pretty damn formal to me, with a long table that could seat fourteen people, a chandelier dangling from the ceiling, a fireplace on the far wall, and some dreary oil paintings on the walls. It looked like something out of a movie.
So did the other dinner guests. The man, shorter in stature than the king, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest, and a neatly trimmed beard that was streaked with white, wore a tuxedo, while the attractive young woman next to him wore a cocktail dress that shimmered in the lights. She had large eyes, and her blond hair was cut in a pixie style. Both of them stood as we entered the room.
I felt very under dressed in my casual trousers and blouse. Lou
