“It is all your fault, as usual.”
Jeanne stepped into the small foyer of the Du Bois suite, thoughts of Henri still whirling in her mind, tickling the edges of her mouth into a grin, when her father"s voice assaulted her. She faltered, mystified at the cause of his anger.
“What have I done, Père?” Jeanne doubted his annoyance came from any discovery of "Jean-Juc." He appeared peeved, agitated, but if he were to learn of her other life, his anger would be apocalyptic.
“Your future family is causing quite a stir about the chairs.” Gaston stood in the middle of the small sitting room, his pointed face flush with anger.
“My future family?” Jeanne"s puzzlement swelled until she felt almost light-headed from it.
“The Polignacs, of course.” Gaston squinted at his daughter, jaw muscles clench
