A grin tugged at her lips once more as she gave him a once over. “Very dashing,” She complimented, a laugh escaping her as Olympe bustled back in to check on the final details of her outfit. “Olympe, s’il te plait, va chercher les boutons de manchettes pour Monsieur Lestrange,” she said as Olympe plucked at various points in the fabric, testing their buoyancy and muttering some charms under her breath.
“The silver ones that Miss Lestrange got for him, please.” She added again in English, casting a sheepish look at Cash as her lady’s maid disappeared into the dressing room. “It’s automatic at this point, speaking French — I don’t mean to exclude you.” She reached out to pat his arm, making a mental note to maybe teach him some more French as the years went by. Certainly their children would speak it, but she assumed her husband knew that would happen.
“The silver ones that Miss Lestrange got for him, please.” She added again in English, casting a sheepish look at Cash as her lady’s maid disappeared into the dressing room. “It’s automatic at this point, speaking French — I don’t mean to exclude you.” She reached out to pat his arm, making a mental note to maybe teach him some more French as the years went by. Certainly their children would speak it, but she assumed her husband knew that would happen.
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