A Sudden Change of Heart. Barbara Taylor Bradford
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Название: A Sudden Change of Heart
Автор: Barbara Taylor Bradford
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Исторические любовные романы
isbn: 9780007363704
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Natasha shook her head wonderingly, smiled indulgently at the two women, whom she thought were suddenly slightly crazy, and immediately changed the subject. ‘You could do one thing to help, Laura. Would you go and ask Doug if we need more ice?’
‘Good idea,’ Laura replied, and slid off the stool. She found Doug on a sofa in front of the fire, nursing a drink.
‘Do we need more ice, Doug?’
‘No, darling, there’s plenty in the bucket.’
Laura glanced around, once more admiring the room. Claire had decorated it with a great deal of style and flair, and a little help from Hercule. It was easy for Laura to spot his touches here and there, such as the bouffant taffeta curtains at the windows. ‘Dance dresses,’ he called them, because they were narrow at the top and flared out like a skirt before they reached the floor. And the large silk lamp shades, the urns of twigs and leaves were also Hercule’s well-known imprints.
The room was old-fashioned, traditional, with spacious, rather grand proportions. A highly-polished wood floor met crisp white walls, with bookshelves soaring up to the ceiling on the long wall facing the fireplace.
On the other walls were hung oversized framed prints, all of them colourful reproductions of Toulouse-Lautrec’s Moulin Rouge Can-Can girls. A cream Savonnerie rug, patterned with red, black and green, covered part of the dark floor, and there were two large cream velvet sofas and several chairs arranged in an airy seating arrangement.
Claire had been collecting French country antiques for a number of years and their ripe woods gleamed in the lambent light, adding a touch of elegance and warmth to the room. She had arranged lovely old pieces of porcelain on some of the antique chests and tables, and grouped together a large collection of silver-framed photographs on a Provençal sideboard. Laura gazed back at all of the Valiants, as well as herself. And Natasha, Claire and her parents were also captured in different poses on celluloid.
The air was fragrant with the scent of fresh flowers, bowls of potpourri and Rigaud candles, all of which were trademarks of Claire’s. It was a lovely room at any time, but especially so at night, with the candles burning, the silk-shaded lamps glowing and the fire blazing in the hearth. There was a welcoming warmth here, and a great deal of love.
Walking across to one of the tall windows, Laura stood looking down at the place de Fürstemberg, which she considered to be one of the most picturesque little squares in Paris. It was a cold night. The inky sky was clear, without cloud, and the stars were few. But a curving crescent moon was bright as it cast its silvery light across the shadowy square.
Directly below the apartment windows was the solitary, old-fashioned lamppost with its five globes which gave off the only other illumination, except for the light streaming out from the windows of the adjacent apartments. Laura had always thought of the lamppost as a charming little sentinel standing next to the ancient Paulownia trees which were much treasured by every inhabitant of the square.
Laura knew the Sixième, the sixth arrondissement, very well and especially this quaint square with its great charm and oldworld atmosphere. It was she who had found the apartment for Claire seven years ago, just after she had separated from her husband. It had belonged to Madame Solange Puy, grandmother of her old friend Marie-Louise Puy, who dated from her Sorbonne student days.
Marie-Louise had inherited the apartment from her grandmother and had just put it up for sale. Fortuitously for Claire, as it turned out, Laura had been in Paris at this particular time, and the moment she heard about the apartment going on the market she had told Marie-Louise that Claire might well be interested in buying it.
The three of them had met at the apartment and Claire had instantly fallen in love with it. Within a couple of months the sale was complete with all the documents signed, and the place finally belonged to Claire. As soon as the deed was in her hands she began to decorate. Hercule, as always, was the chief adviser and initiator of ideas, and together they had created what Claire called, ‘My first real home as a grown-up.’ And it was beautiful, Laura was the first to acknowledge.
It had pleased Laura to see Claire so happy on the day her friend had shown her the finished apartment. Claire’s excitement about her new home had wiped the anger and pain off her face, for a little while at least.
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