I peek over her shoulder as she pulls up a translation app. “I think it’s important.”Īllie grabs her cell phone and swipes her finger on the screen. “Okay, we need to look up that word,” I say in aggravation. Don’t ask me about what, because it’s in French, but I do notice that the same word-héritier-keeps popping up over and over again during their fight. Antoine manages to subdue Marie-Thérèse, and the two proceed to argue for ten minutes. We go quiet as the next episode picks up exactly where it left off.
“There were some flashbacks in the earlier episodes that heavily implied he wanted to jiggle down with his daughter.” I think it has something to do with Solange’s father loving his daughter more than his wife,” Allie muses.
I haven’t figured out the whole backstory yet. We’re inches apart now, which tells me she’s starting to warm up to me. I promised I wouldn’t hit on her tonight, and if I break that promise she might kick me out before I find out why Marie-Thérèse tried to kill Antoine.Īllie flops down beside me, and I give myself a mental high-five because she didn’t leave a foot of distance between us this time. I’m about to comment on how the sexy view is much appreciated, then think better of it.
The wide neckline of her shirt shifts to one side, providing me with a view of one bare shoulder and the swell of her left boob. “I still don’t get why she has a grudge against Solange,” I admit as Allie hovers over the coffee table to top off our margaritas.
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