I laughed, imagining my imposing father cooling his heels while my mother stubbornly completed her work. "He never mentioned that part of the story."
"Men rarely advertise when a woman has bested them," Marcel observed with a wink at the two men sitting across from me. As he took his leave once more.
Romantic music began to play. Maison offered his hand, “May I have this dance?”
I hesitated, glancing at the small terrace area where there was barely room for two people to dance, let alone three.
"I'm not much of a dancer," I admitted.
"Neither am I," Maison said with unexpected humility. "But I'd like to try. With you."
Something in his vulnerability made it impossible to refuse. I placed my hand in his, letting him guide me to the small open space beside our table. His arm slid aroun
