you're not the sign, Marcella. " Roumayne flushed under Eugene Hugo's penetrating gaze. What was he trying to say? Could he possibly know that she wasn't really Marcella, that she was only an impostor? She laughed nervously. " Two years in Paris would change any girl. You've changed, too, Eugene. But I-I still want to marry you. " " Really? " Eugene mocked. " Did it ever occur to you, Marcella, that I might not want to marry you? That I never ...