hen you were little."
His attitude struck Edith as both amusing and infuriating.
"How could I ever forget you?" she retorted sarcastically, hastily taking a seat at the table, making a deliberate clatter as she pulled out her chair.
Philippe held forth on the latest news of the revolution throughout the meal, clearly brightened up by Quenet''s presence.
Edith felt the gaze of the man across from her burning deep into her being, igniting a flame that lodged in her throat and scorched her entire body.
"I can''t eat anymore," Edith flung down her fork, rose suddenly from the table, walking towards the balcony.
"Edith!" Philippe and Margot''s voices sounded simultaneously from behind her, one chastising, the other tinged with concern.