Despite losing her mother at a very early age, Marie-Carmen had a previleged childhood. Born in to a wealthy family, an only child, and raised by her adoring father and devoted maid, Marie-Carmen had a wholesome, happy and fulfilled childhood. Not particularly pretty as a child, she grew in to a stunning-looking young woman. She was fit and cheerful, rarely ill, tolerably serious about school work, surrounded by friends and the families of friends.
She didn’t shine at anything in particular. She enjoyed horse-riding, and had her own pony by the time she was five, but she never became an adept horse-woman. She learned to play the piano when young, but was not especially talented, and the same could be said of her performance in ballet, art or sport. She was a good all-rounder in a modest sort of way.
She was generous and kind-hearted and, thanks largely to her maid, knew and understood all about the poor and, in the early days of her marriage she organized many fund-raisers for various causes, sometimes raising stunning amounts of money. Her maid would have liked to have seen her married and having babies by the time she was seventeen – and she made this very clear on many occasion. She didn’t wait a great deal longer than that, anyhow, and her papa said she had simply fallen for the first good-looking man to come her way. There was some truth in that.
Had she been asked what her papa did for a living she’d have said he was a business man. That is all. She was sharp enough to know there was more to it than that, but not sharp enough – or interested enough – to query any further. Her papa loved her and looked after her, and there was no need for her to look any deeper. She was to never know that her father’s dying wish was that she never be told the truth.
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