In his long black trousers and white shirt the Duc looked, Ivona thought, very masculine, and at the same time very elegant. Even at a distance, she felt the vibrations from him that made him different from any other man she had known. Love welled up inside her as if it was a flood tide she could not control. It was a feeling she had never expected to experience and very differnt from anything she had anticipated. It was like a flame flickering in her body. "I love him," she whispered beneath her breath. "If he does not love me at least I can see him, talk to him, be near him....
