Chapter No. 80

Juliet Carrington:-

As the car drove over the iron gates of the palazzo of Chrysander I was almost as though I were entering a new world. The massive doors screeched open to show a through-way with white marble tiles illuminated with soft gold light, which resembled that of a painting.

The water in the fountain at the center was shining and dispersing the sun and diamonds over the stone. It was the first time I was in Italy, yet, in case this was what Chrysander considered home, it was quite phenomenal and awe-inspiring.

Nicholas had kept silence since the landing of the plane. His jaw was strained, his fingers were tapping his thigh in that nervousness rhythm which could never be trusted to reflect his mind. I did not inquire as to what was going through his mind. We both knew why we were here. The most important thing that had occurred after all the events was that our children were safe.

As Chrysander came to the head of the marble stairs he looked all the man the world talked. Sle