That evening, after her shoot, Faye Vaughn went to the restaurant address Vincent Hawthorne had sent her, arriving right on time.
It was a French restaurant.
As soon as Faye arrived at the designated table, she noticed something was a little strange.
The table was shielded by greenery, but a gap had been left just right, offering a view of a window seat across from them, overlooking the river.
"The French cuisine at this restaurant can rival the standards of Valois."
When Vincent Hawthorne arrived, he was gentle and smiling, speaking in the same tone he used with Vivian Windsor.
Faye slipped into character quickly, putting on a Vivian-style smile. "How did you know I'm still so fond of Valois?"
Vincent Hawthorne sat down, his eyes behind his silver-rimmed glasses glowing with tenderness. "You told me before. You said you love the free and romantic atmosphere of the streets of Valois."
