Book 1 in the Adoration Series
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Adeline Dubois is drowning. Fast.
She has tried to keep her head above the water, but every time she was able to get the smallest bit of air, she was dragged back under by the waves.
A familiar face from her...
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Charlotte is sitting almost exactly opposite me, so I get a full view of her face for the whole evening. How lovely. Her scrutinising gaze is stuck on my sisters and I, observing us with that frustrating expression that tells me she believes she's above us. There's a silent agreement between her and her family, a plan that we're unaware of. A plan that's probably been made before today. The sinister look in their eyes is evidence that they're ready to pounce on my sisters and I. We have to sit here, helplessly, as they get ready to attack us.
"So," she starts, her voice loud enough to be heard over the increasing number of guests talking and laughing, "you came here from Bordeaux?"
No fucking shit. "Yes. Just like our dad," Rosa says, smiling at the old hag. Charlotte returns it, but it doesn't meet her eyes. If anything, it comes out as more of a grimace. Rosa seems to be blissfully unaware that Charlotte has no good intentions. She must think that she's genuinely curious about the new additions to her family, but based on her tone and fake smiles, this seems like an interrogation. Like the other three people at this table, she's trying to get something from us. I can't figure out what it is, but she's going to use Rosa's innocence to do it. I'm just hoping Evie is smart enough to see right through her.
Charlotte leans forward in her seat, moving her arms to rest on the table by the cutlery laid out in front of her. "How are you adjusting to living here? It must be hard to constantly communicate in a foreign language. Especially you, Rosalie."
Rosa opens her mouth to speak, but I get there first, giving the woman a curt answer. "It's fine. Rosalie is improving fast."
"That's great. She must get her brain from her father."
"Our mother. She knows four languages." I can't prevent the small smile from spreading across my face as she purses her lips, clearly not impressed by my answer. I'm sure that Mom is the last person she, or the rest of them, would like to talk about, but I want her to know that my father isn't the only smart one in the family. Growing up, Mom was never held to as high of a standard as he was just because they were intelligent in their own ways. People would sometimes try to belittle her intelligence whenever she was compared to him. He may be a doctor, but Mom is incredible with languages, and that doesn't make her any less than he is. Her becoming a lawyer proves that.
"How is your mother?" The question comes from Matthew this time, his shit-coloured eyes fixated on me.
Only Levi can pull off the dark brown eyes.
"Fantastic."
"Has she also moved on? Any lovers?"
My brows furrow, making the right corner of his lip curl up. "I don't see how that concerns you."
"He's just making conversation." I turn to my left, seeing Sophia look at me with a fake smile. "It's no big deal."
"The conversation doesn't have to be made from my mother."
