CHAPTER THREEAnn was lovely, there was no doubt about it.
She pirouetted slowly before Lydia and Evelyn, showing off a new green tulle evening dress that billowed out from her slim waist and yet revealed, rather than concealed, the lissom slender lines of her young figure.
She was dining out with a young man at Ciros, leaving Lydia and Evelyn alone at the hotel where they were all staying.
After three days that had been one long hectic rush, Lydia was looking forward to a quiet evening when she could to go bed early and rest even if she did not sleep.
She had found it difficult to sleep the last few nights for she had been so excited by the events that had followed rapidly one upon the other that at times she felt that this could not be happening to her quiet prosaic self but to some s
