For Love of Tsigane
Enchantée
"You are beautiful, mademoiselle," he said in a low voice, causing her head to spin more violently as he twirled her again and again along with the music.
Bringing herself back to reality with a laugh, she harshly reminded herself that this was a friend of Papa's, not a suitor.
"Enough of my beauty, M. le Comte," she demanded in a huffy voice, "Tell me what brings you to Paris, so far from your home."
"My home, mademoiselle, is wherever I am. I have houses enough to my name to call every capital in Europe my home."
"Do you place so little value in a place full of memories, Monsieur?" she asked as the dance ended.
He looked at her, took in her expectant eyes and flushed face, and sighed.
"Mademoiselle," he bowed with a grave air around him, "I have too many memories to begin with."