Meanwhile, she and Ancel had the task of decorating the great Christmas tree in the ballroom. Suzette had on a red gown, which she hoped presented the right festive air. It was quite different from anything she usually wore, but Ancel’s eyes had brightened when he beheld it...
“Where is Yvanne? I thought she’d help with the tree.”
“Maman sent her on an errand.”
“It’s to do with Maman’s and Papa’s wedding gift to you, so don’t ask any more questions.”
“They don’t need to give me a gift. They’re giving me you.”She giggled at his languishing look, then put her hand on her hip, sniffed, and said tartly, “I am giving myself to you.