Georgiana received a huge bouquet of roses. Judging by the variety, they should have been pink Rose Eden roses.
Though she did not know who had sent them, she still arranged them inside the crude country farmhouse.
In truth, Napoleon did not need to treat himself so harshly. Old Boulogne had plenty of comfortable buildings to live in, but this farmhouse was close to the camp and offered a view of the progress on the mountain fortifications at any time.
She might be powerless to change certain things, but she could at least change what was within her power. With flowers arranged inside, the farmhouse no longer looked quite so plain and dull.
She had once seen Miss Desert Luo's dressing room, which had been filled with all kinds of flowers. Any famous actress with her own private dressing room would receive plenty of such gifts. Lesser-known actresses, meanwhile, could only put on their makeup amid the bustle backstage. Those enormous bouquets did not merely inspire jealousy; they also got terribly in the way.
Becoming famous required more than solid singing skills. Talma had always performed Caesar, yet the actresses playing opposite him changed one after another. They appeared as briefly as shooting stars, then vanished without a trace.
At least Grassini had received quite a few jewels from Napoleon, enough to ensure she could live without worries for the rest of her life, so long as she did not squander them recklessly.
"Wow!"
"Oh!" Georgiana clutched her pounding heart and turned to glare at the person who had startled her.
"Why are you back at noon?" she asked.
"Didn't you read the note I left you?" he asked in return.
Only then did Georgiana remember the note she had burned. Its writer was now teasing the roses she had