TEMPTRESS

VI.

ANGÈLE JOSÉPHINE MONET LAURENT CHASTIN - TOULOUSE, FRANCE 1968

Angele strolled back inside the house, making her way up to her room and grabbed her bathrobe so she could take a shower. She turned the hot water on and removed her red swimsuit, placing it in the sink and stepped into the water. Goosebumps rising as her skin touched the water. She grabbed her hand glove, rubbing it against the bar of soap and rubbed her body, cleaning it carefully. She rinsed off the soap and hopped out of the shower, wrapped her towel around her body and went to wash her face in the sink as the water in the tub was draining.

She made her way back to her room and closed the door behind her to beginning her skincare moments. It went moisturizing her body first, then her face and her armpits for deodorant. Next, she spritzed some sweet perfume on her neck, behind her ears, her wrists, and her inner arms, in between her forearm and her upper arm. She got dressed into black wool flared pants and deep red ribbed Tencel cardigan, her clothes hugged her in all the right areas making her look casual yet added a hint of sexiness and elegance. She then sat back down and did her make up, her usual cat eyeliner and red lipstick suited her just fine.

"Adrien, how should I wear my hair? Up or down?" She asked her brother who had just finished getting ready after starting much later than her. She gripped her hair in one hand, showing him the 'up' before letting it go.

"Um... Down?" He pointed at her hair loose. "You look lovely." He commented as they walked down the staircase and towards the front door where their shoes were lying.

"Thank you." She gave him a weak smile as she slipped on her white pointed toe ankle boots.

Adrien drove them to the La Plaza. A bar-restaurant with open outdoor space where people went to dance and prance and drink. There were tables set outside of the restaurant and surrounded the dancefloor area. People were drinking and smoking and having a grand time with their company. The music was loud playing some mellow Gainsbourg song which meant, less people were dancing, and more people were listening to the music.

"I would sleep with him if I could. He's so sexy and his voice is just so—urg, I'm his biggest fan." The pair heard as they walked up to the full table where people had wine glasses and beer glasses in front of them. The ashtray was filled with ash and cigarette butts.

"Oh—There they are! 2/3's of the Laurent-Chastin's!" Pierre Boulanger, one of Adrien's childhood friends, grinned at us, revealing our presence to his friends. Félix tapped Pierre N.'s shoulder grabbing his attention and looked towards us.

"Bonsoir." Adrien went to greet the guests by shaking their hands, while Angele went to peck their cheeks twice. She stopped in movement and watched Alexandre who was visible in private conversation with Roxane and skipped them to peck Noemi Marty. A girl she knew very well and was excited to see.

Angele went to sit down next to Noemi who had patted the seat next to her. Her eyes scanned the table. She was trying to figure out who was who. She hadn't seen many of these people since she ran off to Paris. The air was seemingly dead to her, everyone was enjoying their conversation, but she was zoning out. She did chat to Noemi from time to time but wasn't relatively interested in their conversation. She could focus her attention of her twin which made her want to punch herself in the stomach.