TEMPTRESS

XIX.

ANGÈLE JOSÉPHINE MONET LAURENT CHASTIN - TOULOUSE, FRANCE 1968

They made their way outside, the humid air warming her exposed skin as she went outside on the patio where people were drinking and laughing with each other. She found Emily and Alexandre talking to a few of the other guess, audibly laughing at a funny joke some blonde guy made. "Emily!" Angele grinned as she went to hug the shorter French Algerian dancer.

"Angele! Ma belle! I love your outfit!" She gave her a big smile, hugging her back tightly. "I haven't seen you since that party au 6eme." She laughed.

"True! I've been busy. I'm sorry." Angele pouted and let go for her to go quickly hug her twin, who smiled at her.

"Angele, this is Daniel, Tom and Pascal. Daniel is from Australia and Tom is American." She introduced her to the three boys. She shook their hands and went to stand next to Ethan.

The brunette, Daniel, smiled at her. "So you two are twins?" He asked in English.

"Yup." Alexandre nodded.

"Wow! I would've never guess you were siblings in the first place." Tom chuckled.

"We get that a lot." Angele smiled softly. "So, um, what brings you guys to France?" She asked the two foreigners.

Tom was the first one to answer. "I'm here just to visit the country. I like the culture, compared to my other fellow Americans." He laughed.

"And I'm here with Emily." Daniel chuckled, bringing his glass up to his lips as he winked at the brunette with tan skin.

"Daniel and I are sort of... in a relationship." Emily admitted as she bit her lip.

Angele's eyes widened. "No way!" She laughed, turning to her friend as she playfully nudged her shoulder.

"Yes way. It's been like three months." Daniel revealed.

"Wow!" Angele giggled. "I'm happy for you!" She smiled at Emily, squeezing her shoulder. She genuinely was happy for her; she couldn't remember the last time Emily—who was young than her by around one year—was in a relationship.

"Is Julien here right? Alexandre mentioned him."

Angele nodded. "Yeah, he's somewhere inside with Adrien." She told her.

"How's he doing?" Emily asked.

"He's fine, he just got back from this teacher's conference in Saint Tropez, and he came here." She answered.

"So Angele, what do you do?" Pascal asked in English, meeting her for the first time. All the did was want to get to know her better and admire her as she talked. He could help but let his eyes travel up and down her body, hoping no one noticed him in action.