Man of War – Excerpt No. 356

There was a woman near the altar dressed entirely in white. Marc noticed there was a harsh beauty to her, and a symmetry that bordered on perfection. He imagined her likeness being immortalised in stone as a goddess or an angel…

“Susanna, pleasure as always,” the woman said.

While the words were polite, they were very much said like the Comtesse would. It was a compliment that made you feel as if you were a failure and would be one forevermore.

“Drusilla,” Susanna said. “The pleasure is all mine.”