Chapter Twenty Five-Thermal Pools at La Roche-Posay, by Corso

The salon has a pleasant hum of conversation, a warm crackling fire and the soft clink of glasses on silver trays carried by efficient liveried footman.  From one corner of the salon comes the clipped twang of the harpsichord.  Rayya sits next to Bianca watching her small fingers and whispering encouragement.   At one table Charlotte, … Continue reading Chapter Twenty Five-Thermal Pools at La Roche-Posay, by Corso