Because he had succeeded in twisting the situation around from what might have been an awkward situation, Latasha wanted to giggle.
‘After all,’ she thought, ‘there is no reason why I should not talk to him. When I arrive at my destination, I will never see him again.’
Aloud she commented,
“You sound, monsieur, as if you have racehorses of your own.”
“I have indeed, mademoiselle. At the moment I am planning to celebrate a win on the Racecourse in Paris two days ago. Will you join me in a glass of champagne?”
Latasha had not ordered herself anything to drink as she considered it would be wrong for her to drink alone.
In any case she always left the choice of wine to her brother and therefore she knew very little about wines.
“That is very kind of you,” she answered demurely.
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