The Señores de Roca had already arrived by the time Dorcas and Carlos stepped down into the hall. Dorcas was barely aware of the grey-haired caballero and his comely spouse. This, even though her eyes had to skip past them to reach Isabel who was being warmly greeted by Rose Ruiz. All her impatience achieved was a second glimpse of Isabel’s back. As if her memory needed refreshing of that impossibly tiny waist and tightly drawn-back, black hair. Rose Ruiz’s watchful eyes met Dorcas’s over the top of Isabel’s head. Dorcas hadn’t realized how tiny Isabel was. She was like a doll. And then Isabel was swinging away and approaching Carlos in a rustle of stiff crimson silk. She held up a pale, untouched-by-the-sun cheek for his kiss. Not coquettishly, but with the warmth that exists between friends of long-standing. She turned, slowly. And Dorcas braced up to looking at the most beautiful girl she had ever seen. Her long lashed, black eyes and doll features could take the severe hairstyle; the delicate china complexion looked good above the crimson silk that scooped and contoured her body in the most dramatic way.
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