She's Still My Affinity

You and Me, Nothing gets Better

Catherine wandered aimlessly through the rooms. Today was the day, she had decided early in the morning.

Fanny was the one with the least scenes, and practically all of them were already filmed, with the exception of the most important one, at least the most important for Catherine, the fight and post make-out with. She couldn't wait for, but first, there was something to do.

Fanny, Virginie and Danielle occupied the dining room and she did not want to bother.

She was not in the mood for companionship anyway, but that was hardly possible when you work and share a house with eight people. Finally, she decided on the small salon, which was covered on three walls by bookshelves and therefore, in ignorance of its small size, immodestly referred to as a library. It was actually still empty and with a sigh of relief Catherine sank onto the sofa.

"So alone?"

Catherine raised her head from the book she had been reading. Isabelle stood in the doorway to the dining room and gave her an unfathomable look.

"Just waiting for my call" - She replied.

"And Fanny?" - Isabelle asked with an ambiguous smile and entered the room.

Catherine watched her movements. - "I do not know" - She said. - "But she will not be hard to find."

"Definitely not. But actually I was not even looking for her."

Isabelle winked at Catherine and slid into a chair beside her. Curious, she took the book and looked at it. Poems of Louise de Vilmorin it read.

"Hmmm." - She mumbled - "Who'd have guessed?"

"What?"

"You. Being a romantic."

Catherine smiled slightly. - "Well, that usually happens when you're in love."

Isabelle threw her hair over her shoulder and looked at Catherine. - "I talked you about love back then."

Catherine nodded curtly. - "I remember."

"Not as good as I had hoped" - Isabelle said regretfully. - "But if I had known then what I know today, I would not have let you go so easily."

Catherine raised an eyebrow in amusement. - "Oh no? Do not tell me you had no assumptions about Fanny and I."

"Oh, I guessed a lot" - Isabelle readily admitted - "but seeing her confirmed is, of course, something else altogether."

"Of course" - Catherine said with a soft laugh. - "Where are you living now, Isabelle?"

"Mostly in Nice."

"And is your new lover more of your ... taste?"

"More than you?" - Isabelle asked coquettishly. - "But by no means. I hope you did not take my criticism too much to heart at the time. I would very much regret it if it had been my words that ultimately drove you to other arms."

"No, Isabelle, it was not your words, rest assured."

"Competing against Ardant is harder than I thought."

Isabelle gave her a long, glowing look under thick eyelashes and Catherine could not deny that look sent a hot shudder down her body. She cleared her throat.

"But you know, Nice is nothing compared to Paris. I would be quite willing to give up everything. If you need my help at any time." - The redhead smiled seductively, dropping a hand on Catherine's shoulder. As light as a feather, her fingers stroked the fabric of Catherine's dress and, as if by chance, touched the bare skin above her collarbone. - "At any time." - She repeated.