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.

saying hi, Mom. You’re reading too much into

Harriet sighed.

that she was

Harriet feared Baldie couldn’t control

known by the company you keep. Associate with someone like Starr from your class, not Anthea. Have

of a rich kid.

cars dropped her off and picked

home with Baldie on

e city.

the rich girl from the

Anthea

it,” Baldie nodded.

Lauren ran over, panting. “Harriet! Harriet!”

going on?”

“Some French came to the C section,

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do?”

was well–located.

language, but occasionally, they encountered those who didn’t speak

beside Harriet and lit up. “Baldie, you’re good at French,

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