Chapter 63

Chapter 63

“Do you speak French?” Baldie queried with a skeptical arch of his brow. “And, do you speak it well?”

“Yep.” Anthea nodded, and her gaze was steady.

Baldie’s eyes twinkled with mockery as he continued, “Honesty is a cherished tradition/

Luxphinia, and I hope we can keep that tradition alive.”

If she couldn’t speak it, no big deal. No one would laugh at her.

Girls like Anthea, so full of pretense, were doomed to stay that way for life.

Anthea was bewildered. What was Baldie implying? Was he suggesting she was lying?

She suspected Baldie was fabricating things out of thin air, and she had the evidence.

“Baldie!” Harriet’s voice echoed from inside.

“Coming!” Baldie strode back into the house.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep your distance from her? Why can’t you remember!” Harriet’s tone was far from pleased.

Mom. You’re

Harriet sighed.

that she

attractive, and Harriet feared Baldie couldn’t control his young, restless heart.

spoke with gravity. “Baldie, I’m an open–minded parent and understand kids your age are sensitive. I’m not against you socializing, but remember the old saying that you’re known by the company you keep. Associate

the epitome of a rich

dropped her off and picked her up from school.

to walk home with Baldie

e city.

the rich

was Anthea

it,” Baldie

then, Lauren ran over, panting. “Harriet!

going on?”

to the C section, and

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do?”

rotisserie was well–located.

to eat, usually managing with some local language, but occasionally, they encountered those

noticed Baldie beside Harriet and lit up. “Baldie, you’re good at French, right?”

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