“Dimitri had summoned two dramatists from Nimes who made them laugh with their antics, so hard that tears streamed from their eyes. Even Gianni gave in to the laughter, relaxing for once from his constant guard, and eyeing Daria from across the room. Their eyes danced together through the evening, silently, one glancing at the other, the other holding a gaze, glancing away. Three musicians arrived quite late, just as Daria was considering retiring to bed and forcing her newly healed patient, Lor...d Devenue, to do the same. But Armand and Anette would hear nothing of ending the festivities then. It was too lovely to let it go. Dizzy with the glowing joy all about her, Daria felt herself powerless to resist. The musicians began with a haunting, lovely tune native to Provence. After one verse, Anette began to sing, her eyes solely on Dimitri. It was a song of love found, and love lost, and as the words cascaded from her mouth, tears rolled down Dimitri’s cheeks. He reached out for her, and abruptly her voice cracked, even as she smiled through her own tears.MoreLessRead More Read Less
User Reviews: