As the CEO's order, Saphira took the afternoon off, went to the motel, changed her dress for a simple white dress she had recently made, and headed to mademoiselle Éloïse's shop. With great astonishment, she discovered that the "mademoiselle" was not as young as she thought. The woman was a Frenchwoman in her sixties, still pretty for her age, extravagant and with heavy makeup.
The woman spoke in a very… French way, and Saphira felt like a fish out of water as soon as she introduced herself to her.
- Ma petite fille, (my little girl), welcome. Oh you are très belle, (very beautiful). - the woman says, both hands clasped to her chest, as she circles around Saphira. – What is your name, mon cher. (my dear)?
- Saphira Green, mademoiselle Éloïse (miss Éloïse). - she replied with a smile.
