𝑳𝑨 𝑪𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑼𝑺𝑬

𝑫𝑰𝑿-𝑯𝑼𝑰𝑻

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝟐.

♱♱

𝟑𝒓𝒅 𝑷𝑶𝑽

After what felt like forever to Salomé she was finally given a break from singing, having Louis take over a couple of songs for her.
Salomé was thankful as the sun had started to set and she could only handle singing more songs for long.

Joseph Clark was like a pest, he was there beside her once she had took a break from singing.
"Come, I know your throat is parched." Salomé gave Joannes a glare as he was the one who got her in this situation.
Joseph Clark gently put his around Salomé's was it thinking she wouldn't noticed but she did. Salomé tensed up feeling his hand wrapped around her, Salomé wanted think like Louis and Joannes, to think Joseph Clark was only doing this because he lived in a big house and wanted to guide her through the cramped space to the refreshmentsbut she couldn't.

Thankfully his touch was no longer on her as he fixed her a glass of champagne. Salomé was hoping for a glass of water and champagne.
"French champagne for the French woman." Salomé gives off a fake smile at his words with a small thank you.
"Brother who is this?" Salomé turns around to the voice.
It was another Clark, but slightly older and had neater hair.
"This is the singer I was telling you about." Joseph Clark looked over at me to introduce myself.
Before Salomé could speak Joseph's brother speaks first.
"My what a beauty." He looked her up and down, the same way Joseph did but more perverted. "Lloyd Clark III and you." He held out his hand and Salomé kindly took it.