Alice eyed the French man before her.
She did not owe him an explanation. More frankly, she owed him absolutely nothing.
“I am not married you dolt.” She snapped. “It was a gift from my mother to my father.”
“So then I would take it that your name is not Genevieve then.” He said.
“Of course not! Have you a hearing problem? I just told you that it was a gift from my mother to my father.” She hissed at him.
He was incredibly handsome, yet obviously very stupid. What a shame! The rich were so shallow.
“I heard what you just said.” He shocked her.
She turned sharply to look at him. Oh God. Could he read minds now? God if he truly could, then that meant he must have heard her say he was incredibly handsome. Something she was not happy about.
“How?” She asked him.
“You were thinking a
