I drank what was left of the wine in my glass in one gulp, in an attempt to get rid of the bad taste in my mouth that the mere fact of seeing the venomous snakes again left me with, which I didn't miss at all.
I was beginning to understand why Vincent drank his whiskey that way. I knew from the mocking expressions on Amelia and Gina's faces that they did not come in peace, as if they hadn't had enough with the million-dollar lawsuit in New York, adding to it the punishment from Grandfather Lancaster for publicly embarrassing the family.
How did Grandfather Lancaster let them travel to Paris?
Didn't they learn from their mistakes?
How much poison did they have stored up to spit at me?
-Aren't these the women who were stopped at the end of Fashion Week in New York?- Vincent's question
