29Rémy was dancing with his sister, and Lawrence had disappeared who knew where. Molly didn’t mind. She loved being in the swirl of the party, officially part of her village, talking to whomever she happened to be standing next to. She remembered all the big parties she had gone to when her job was fundraising, and how dreary they had been because of it. She was free now, and her new life in France was rumbling along very well indeed.
Or perhaps her feelings of expansive optimism were the result of three kirs, Molly having developed a mighty thirst thanks to so much disco dancing. At any rate, she was enjoying herself, with thoughts of the Bennetts not entirely absent, but in some sort of manageable perspective. Always there, but not running the show at the moment.
At her elbow, a man ap
