I swirl the wine around in my glass, watching the starlight-colored liquid sluice down the sides and wondering where I’d be right now if I’d never drank Misha’s champagne in the first place.
“Does Nessa ever talk about her husband?” I ask.
“Not often,” Cyrille admits. “But I know she only stayed married to him because she loved her kids. There was no other reason to stay. She watched her husband with mistress after mistress. After a while, she just resigned herself to a loveless marriage.”
I shudder at that one, too. It seems to happen more and more often, the more I learn about this family. “I would never, ever be able to do that.”
“She was never in love with him, though,” Cyrille replies. “It’s different for us.”
I bristle a little. Cyrille notices immediately. “Is this the part whe
