Being Yours
But the real reason she foimd the woman compelling was that she saw loneliness in her when apparently others around her saw only a rude, self-sufficient woman.
The chair beside Helene was empty, and on impulse she went over and sat down. “Good evening, Mrs. Sorge,” she said sofdy. “I’m Danielle Savourat.”
At the sound of her voice, the woman started, then turned toward her and pinned her with an icy gaze. “I beg your pardon?”
“I’m Danielle Savourat, and Nathan Damaron told me you are Helene Sorge.”
The woman’s brows shot up. “Did I inadvertently do something that in any way led you to believe I would welcome your company?”
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