Polynatural-Book 1

Chapter 38

We enter our hotel, Le Lion Blanc, and immediately I am struck with an effluence of decadence, poise, and lavishness. There are elegant fountains decorated with beautifully carved cherubs and white lilies adorn the trim of the lobby, making the place smell as if I had just sauntered into Eve's garden. An extravagant chandelier, probably costing more than a Lamborghini, dangles delicately in the center; while a white marble spiral staircase circles up to a wide balcony, overlooking everything. Standing in the middle of the balcony is a tall, slim, middle aged woman smiling breathtakingly down at us. Her hair is tied neatly in a bun and there are virtually no wrinkles in that perfectly polished suit of hers.

"Bonjour Brodeux...and friend," she speaks telepathically.

Her Louboutin heels make a soft click as she seemly floats down the stairs. Her dainty fingers trail along the stair handle as her golden eyes smile warmingly at us. They lean into each other and give a friendly kiss on the cheek. I look up at Brody curiously, naturally wondering who she is. She extends her long modelesque arm to shake my hand.

"My name is Genevieve, I'm Brody's aunt and the owner of Le Lion Blanc."

"I'm Lacey," I say as I shake her hand. 

A sweet smile flitters across her face, showing those perfectly white teeth. She claps her hands and two men dressed in primly pressed suits appear.

"Take their luggage up to the penthouse, will you? 

They courtly nod and take our luggage and walk away.

"Come, join me for some snacks and wine," Genevieve says as she walks the other way, beckoning us with her hand to follow.

We follow her down the long hallway and into a room, or should I say, more like a restaurant, absent all the guests of course. She leads us to a table in the corner and then waves one of the attendants over and tells them to bring on the snacks and wine.  

"So children, what brings you guys to France?"

I look to Brody, not entirely certain of how to respond. He promptly answers.

"Can't I come and see my favorite aunt?" He flashes his most charming smile.

"I'm flattered Brodeux," She responds with a slight sarcastic grin, not entirely convinced by his response.

"I'm here to show Lacey France."

"Is she your life mate?" She bluntly asks. My cheeks blush a light shade of pink.

"It's a little more complicated than that." I chip in before Brody can say anything.

"Oh?" She cocks a questioning eyebrow at the both of us.

"I'll explain to you later Genevieve." His voice sounded a bit wearisome of the conversation.

Genevieve squints her eyes and purses her lips, not happy with Brody's response.

"Fine then. Go along, enjoy Paris. Stay out of trouble children." She waves us away with her hand as she takes a large gulp of wine.

"Come on," says Brody as he grabs my hand, leading me out of the door.

"Your aunt...She's interesting.." I couldn't quite grasp the extravagance of the hotel or the personality of Genevieve.

"Yeah, she's pretty blunt most of the time and some people think she's snobbish, but she's always been really caring towards me."

We exit the hotel and hop onto a motorcycle parked outside.

"Ready to see Paris?" Brody's eyes glimmer with excitement, like a little boy on the morning of Christmas.