Chapter SevenThe dinner went better than she expected. Ben had come a little early and brought some asparagus from Rémy, and the resulting soup was absolute perfection, like putting a spoonful of delicate springtime in your mouth. Frances had managed not to spill anything important, and Molly was highly amused to see Nico watching everything Frances did with an utterly besotted expression.
“It’s good to have you back, Larry,” Nico was saying, although his eyes were on Frances. “Chez Papa has definitely not been the same without you.”
“I expected Molly to hold the fort until I got back. I am shocked and disappointed to hear that was not the case.”
“Oh, I did my best,” she answered, bringing a pot of coffee to the table. “But deep down, I’m really a placid sort of person—”
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