Ophélie

Part 8

*** Authors note, there's a long section of back and forth in French here! I hope it's not too confusing!***

Back at the hotel, Charles walks me back to my room.

He pushes me up against the door and kisses me gently.

I smile against his lips, my arms wrapped loosely around his neck.

"S'il te plaît, dis moi que tu sors avec nous ce soir." he whispers. (S'il te plaît, dis moi que tu sors avec nous ce soir = Please tell me that you're coming out with us tonight)

"Je ne manquerais pas la célébration de ta première victoire mon amour." I kiss his cheek. (Je ne manquerais pas la célébration de ta première victoire mon amour = I wouldn't miss the celebration of your first win, my love.)

But I need some time to get ready, so I'll see you later."

"No, stay with me." he kisses my neck.

I giggle and push him off gently. "Just one hour baby, then I'm yours. And I'll stay with you tonight."

I see his eyes light up, before he gives me a quick kiss.

I kiss him back and then quickly go into my room, leaving him standing in the hallway, before he stops me again.

I jump into the shower and shave and wash my hair.

I'm just getting out when my phone rings.

I wrap my hair in a towel and pull on a robe before answering.

I smile at the caller ID, I knew Lily would call me after the photo I sent her.

I answer the video call with a nonchalant "Hey bestie."

"Pute!" she screams "Don't hey bestie me!"

(Pute! = Bitch!)

I laugh loudly.

"Charles fucking Leclerc, Ophélie! You're out there kissing and god knows what else you're doing, with Charles fucking Leclerc!" she goes off. "Ophélie. We grew up with him! Do you remember what he looked like as a teenager?"

I stare at her, shocked. I didn't expect this reaction. "Je pensais que tu serais heureux pour nous." I say quietly. ( Je pensais que tu serais heureux pour nou - I thought you would be happy for us.)

She laughs. "Je le suis, salope! C'est pourquoi je crie! C'est heureux de crier!" (Je le suis, salope! C'est pourquoi je crie! C'est heureux de crier! = I am, bitch! That's why I'm yelling! It's happy yelling!)

I smile, relief washing over me. "Thank fuck."

She looks to the side of her and smiles broadly. "Someone wants to talk to you."

I frown. "Who?"

But she's already passing her phone over.

"Bonjour petite soeur." it's my older brother, Michael. (Bonjour petite soeur. = Hello little sister.)

"Michael!" I gasp, dropping to the floor. "Tu me manques tellement!" (Tu me manques tellement! = I miss you so much!)

"Tu me manques trop petit. Maintenant, qu'est-ce que j'ai entendu dire que tu te promenais en embrassant bebe' Charlsie?" he grins. (Tu me manques trop petit. Maintenant, qu'est-ce que j'ai entendu dire que tu te promenais en embrassant bebe' Charlsie? = I miss you too little one. Now what is this I hear, you're walking around kissing baby Charlsie?)

I blush, covering my face. "C'est vrai. Charles m'a demandé' d'être sa petite amie." (C'est vrai. Charles m'a demandé d'être sa petite amie = That is true. Charles asked me to be his girlfriend.)