The Prince frowned. "Tell me everything, dear."
"I lied to Iris."
"What do you mean? Explain yourself!"
"I told her you called me to be the interpreter for an Italian businessman."
"And why on earth would you do that?"
"Not to feed gossip!"
He laughed. “Honey, let me tell you something. People talk, they always talk! Anything you say or do. And unfortunately, they usually don't say nice things. We might as well tell the truth, right?"
She was blown away, she had never thought about it.
She nodded. "Well, I guess you're right!" It was so simple!
They arrived at the casino. "Stop there, I'll open your door," the prince said, seeing her put a hand on her door handle.
“Ah, yeah,” she forgot. Jacques would have thrown a shoe on her.
He gently pulled her up, and still looking into her
