TEMPTRESS

XIII.

ANGÈLE JOSÉPHINE MONET LAURENT CHASTIN - TOULOUSE, FRANCE 1968

The duo headed back towards the house after finishing off their lunch and walking around the towns center to digest. She took off her shoes, placing it down in the shoe shelf before putting on her slippers and walking up to her childhood room, passing by Adrien's room. "You guys are back?" She knocked on Adrien door. He was busy looking through clothes he'd wear for this evening's dinner party.

"Yeah, we just arrived. Did you guys go out for lunch?" He asked, taking out a few more shirts from his closet.

Angele nodded and sat down on his desk chair. "We ate pizza. Did you guys also eat out?"

"I brought him to this Spanish restaurant. It was nice." He smiled. "Can you help me? I'm trying to figure out what to wear tonight." He asked, pointing at his options.

"Of course." She smiled and stood up straight, looking at her brother up and down. "A small gathering, right?" She asked him, wanting him to clarify before deciding on what would look good.

"Yes." He nodded.

She picked up the dark green button up shirt and handed it to him. "This and your black slacks with the belt you always wear." She said. "At what time are you guys leaving?" She asked, sitting down on his bed with her legs crossed as she watched him remove his t-shirt and put on the dark green shirt.

"Around 5." He said, buttoning his shirt, walking up to his clock by the side of his bed. "Basically in an hour." He commented, arranging the collar of his shirt.

"Well, I'm going to watch TV. I'll be downstairs." She announced as she stood up.

Adrien pouted. "Do you really not want to come?"

"I really don't want to come." She laughed, exiting his room, making her way downstairs.

She walked into the living room and crouched down entering the tent, dropping the blanket in front of the entrance as she turned on the TV, there was some ridiculous soap opera playing. She lowered the volume and grabbed the book she had left inside and relaxed inside the tent. She quietly read to herself ignoring the shuffling outside of her little bubble.

"We're leaving." Adrien said as he entered the fort, he crawled towards her and kissed her cheek.

"At what time will you be back?" She asked.

He crawled back out of the tent. "I don't know, not past 2AM." He replied.

"Have fun." She smiled.

"We will." He smirked, grabbing his blazer off the couch and went to the entrance where Alexandre was putting on his shoes. "Oh, right, Angele, viens." He called her from the entrance.

She groaned as she closed her book and exited the tent. "Oui?" She hummed, leaning against the doorframe.