smiling down at one with great charm and courtesy.
She looked round and gave a little cry, “Madam!”
Mrs. Lillitos held out her arms, and the other woman
hugged her warmly. “Ma belle Helene,” murmured Mrs.
Lillitos, smiling.
She was a tall, slender woman, with deep brown hair,
brown eyes and a look of quiet sophistication. Her coat
and dress were cut very plainly, but with exquisite taste,
in a striking violet. They looked superb on her.
Mrs. Lillitos looked past her to the other woman,
standing beside Marc, one hand clinging to his sleeve,
smiling up at him from wide brown eyes fringed by very
thick black lashes. Her eyes were too heavily made up,
giving her the appearance of a panda, with her thick
white skin and black hair. She wore a figure-hugging
black suit, very demure and yet very sexy. There was no
blouse beneath it and the deep v-lapels revealed the
white curve of her breasts and her slim white throat.
She was whispering to Marc and he bent his head,
seeming amused, his eyes flickering over her apprais-
ingly.
“Marie-Louise, ma chere,” said Mrs. Lillitos firmly,
and the other woman turned and walked over to her,
still holding Marc’s arm.
Kate stared at her. Was this, then, the French model
with whom Marc was in love? She could not understand
why he felt uncertain of her. She seemed madly in love
with him, if one judged by her practised arch looks, her
smiles and her air of possession.
She was very attractive, Kate had to admit. The silky