SUNDAY 6PM – COLETTE JOUBERTI feel sorry for the girl. She has been lied to and used. I saw the look in Sylvain's eyes when he noticed her at the gallery this afternoon, like a wolf salivating over a young lamb. His expression was exactly the same as the one that used to linger on his father's face, as he appraised the young secretaries and office juniors who came and went in a never-ending procession through his company doors. They are two of a kind, father and son, having their fun and never staying around to face the consequences. Casanovas, Romeos, cads.
I still haven't been fully enlightened about Uzma's situation, and whether there could be an unwelcome pregnancy on the horizon. I might be a protective mother, but I'm still a woman and therefore not immune to the maternal instincts
