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AUBERGE DE LA MAISON ~ COURMAYEUR
reborn from the shell like Venus?” pressed Victor in a
joking voice.
“Me, to the spa? No, I thought I’d take my time and
go tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.” replied Virginia,
her bare feet on the parquet floor.
“I’ll see you soon then. Excuse the question…but are
you always so calm?” went on Victor gently.
“Almost always.” Princess Virginia answered, surprising
herself, and then hung up.
She went out onto the balcony. The sun kissed her lips
and lingered over her tummy. Virginia smiled at it as if
it were Victor. She went back into the room. Raising her
hand raised in the air, she twirled around and danced a
few steps of a minuet. Playfully, she curtsied to an imaginary
partner. It was then, in the golden shaft of dust
that entered from the balcony, that a stalwart aristocrat
appeared before her, a black beauty mark painted on
his chin, wearing a fitted coat the colour of the moon.
Virginia recognized the strong features of the young
Count Guido Carlo, and started with fright. She would
telephone Irma to make sure her latest, vehement article
against the opening of the biomass power station
had appeared in the newspaper. The gentleman gracefully
held out a gift to her – a polychrome miniature of