At dinner that evening, Nicolas' father Hervé took a long look at his son's fiancé.
Another American. He’s obsessed. I suppose there will be no getting around it. Since the age of nineteen, when Nicolas found an American college student and made her pregnant, up until today, not one French girl has ever been seen in his company. His skill for ferreting out exchange teachers and expats astonishes me.
I assumed, since he got a chance to go to America, he would never come back. I’m pleased he’s here at all. That he’s brought back a woman does not surprise me at all.
Hervé glanced again at Breanne. She took a bite of her dinner, set her fork down, and chewed slowly, listening to the conversation and occasionally making a soft comment.
She is, on the whole, surprisingly acceptable. Neither
