𝑳𝑨 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑼𝑺𝑬

𝑫𝑰𝑿-𝑺𝑬𝑷𝑻

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝟏.
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𝟑𝒓𝒅 𝑷𝑶𝑽

It had been 3 days since Salomé Blouin and Tommy Shelby had any type of contact, 3 days since the planned attack from the Lee's, and 3 days of Salomé's life being normal or so she thought.

"Are you sure we shouldn't tell them?" Louis was a nervous wreck after they had picked Salomé up from the Shelby house.
"Just do what Miss Polly said." Avoiding the adults the 4 cousins all sat in the Duplantier tea room. Uncle Pierre hated being bedridden and needed the money, so he was back to work at the factory, nobody to eavesdrop on their conversation.
"How are you feeling?" Louis and Joannes had ran all the way to Clara's place of work to inform her on what happened to Salomé that day.
"I'm alright." The trauma that was expected upon a person caught in a explosion was not evident on Salomé. Salomé felt like she was never caught in the middle of an explosion. "The only person who cared to ask." Salomé mumbles under my breath leaning back on the sofa.
This was the only time the 4 cousins sat down and talked about the day, they all had been trying to avoid it since they were stuck in a house of prying ears.

"Don't be like that Salomé." Joannes huffs pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.
"Why not?" Salomé retort. "You've both been worried about what others gonna think instead of me, I could've been hurt or worst if Tommy didn't save me." Salomé could see the bitter look spread on her male cousins face when she brought up Tommy's name.
"Assez de ça, no more of earlier is to be spoken about, now Joannes tell Salomé about a new job opportunity." Clara crosses her arms, keeping a close watch on her cousins making sure nobody said anything sideways to each other.
Joannes puffs out smoke from his cigarette. "That garçon riche, Joseph Clark has invited the band to perform for his birthday."
"When is that?" Salomé peeked with interest hearing Joseph Clark's name.
"Today, we'll leave around 4." Joannes looks over at the clock in the wall.
"Why so early." Salomé sits up to grab a cup of tea that Clara had fixed for everyone.
"He lives out the way, his kind wouldn't dare live in the slums with the rest of us." Louis informs.
"Then why invite us to perform when he doesn't like our kind."
"Deux raisons, we're French and he is a frequent visitor to the Garrison." Joannes shrugs.
"He has been watching us perform before you even came." Louis adds.
"Ha!" Clara laughs. "Joseph Clark only invited y'all this time because he has a thing for our Salomé." Louis gave her a unconvinced look. "Penser, why hasn't Joseph Clark invited you to his other parties but now he invites you when Salomé is here."
"He invited us because we have a singer now." Louis brushed off Clara's theory, not believing a thing she was saying.
"If that's so, how come every chance he gets Joseph Clark flirts with Salomé." That was true, those flirtatious jokes Joseph Clark made towards Salomé made her very uncomfortable.
Her two male cousins still played it off, not actually listening to Clara's words.
"You just make sure Salomé looks like a rich girl." Joannes puts out his cigarette in the ash tray that was on the coffee table.
"Where are you going?" Salomé arches her eyebrow at Joannes.
"Me and Louis are going with fellas to pick up our suits then we'll get ready at the Garrison." Joannes explained standing up with Louis following along.
"Don't be late." Joannes pecks Salomé's cheek. Louis does the same thing as well before leaving.
Once the fellas were gone it was just Clara and Salomé.