“M-m-m-me?” Breanna asked.
“Bien sûr,” Evelyn said. (Of course.) “You’d be perfect, but before that I’d have to get to know you…”
Evelyn knew that she was pushing a bit hard, but the potential was there. As a precaution, she would slow things down, and already had a reason lined up for doing so.
“Why’s that?”
“The Mona Lisa,” Evelyn replied while purposefully leaving it vague.
“That’s a painting?”
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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