CHAPTER FIVE
For the Fontellac Ball, Vanda chose diamonds, because they looked so well with the black velvet gown she was wearing.
“You will be the attraction for all eyes,” Robert told her. “A woman of mystery, romance and great wealth. That is the idea, isn’t it?”
“You can make fun of me if you like,” she huffed. “I don’t care.”
“When I think of what your scheming could involve me in, I have no desire to laugh,” he told her darkly.
He was dressed as he had been the night before and looked so handsome that Vanda told herself it was positively unfair.
A carriage took them to the Fontellac estate which lay just outside Paris. From a distance the Chateau came into view, blazing with lights in the dusk. Strains of music reached them faintly.
Carriage after carriage was entering the hug
