CHAPTER FOURThe Dowager Countess of Westcott lived in a very luxurious Villa surrounded by a large exquisite garden.
She was nearly eighty, but still had remains of the beauty that had made her famous for so many years.
She obviously adored her grandson.
After they had finished a delicious luncheon, waited on by efficient if ancient servants, the Earl took Denise into the garden.
When they were alone, the Dowager Countess turned to Alina,
“I am delighted that Henry is marrying such a charming young girl. I have been anxious for some time now for him to settle down and get married.”
“He could not have chosen a lovelier bride,” Alina said, “and Denise is truly in love with him.”
The Dowager Countess clasped her hands together.
“That is what I wanted to hear. I have always been so afr
