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“
Have
you
been
to
Paris
,
Ana
?
”
Mia
asks
innocently
,
distracting
me
from
my
jealous
reverie
.
“
No
,
but
I
’
d
love
to
go
.
”
I
know
I
’
m
the
only
one
at
the
table
who
has
never
left
the
USA
.
“
We
honeymooned
in
Paris
.
”
Grace
smiles
at
Mr
.
Grey
,
who
grins
back
at
her
.
It
’
s
almost
embarrassing
to
witness
.
They
obviously
love
each
other
deeply
,
and
I
wonder
for
a
brief
moment
what
it
must
be
like
to
grow
up
with
both
one
’
s
parents
in
situ
.
“
It
’
s
a
beautiful
city
,
”
Mia
agrees
.
“
In
spite
of
the
Parisians
.
Christian
,
you
should
take
Ana
to
Paris
,
”
Mia
states
firmly
.
“
I
think
Anastasia
would
prefer
London
,
”
Christian
says
softly
.
Oh
…
he
remembered
.
He
places
his
hand
on
my
knee
—
his
fingers
traveling
up
my
thigh
.
My
whole
body
tightens
in
response
.
No
…
not
here
,
not
now
.
I
flush
and
shift
,
trying
to
pull
away
from
him
.
His
hand
clamps
down
on
my
thigh
,
stilling
me
.
I
reach
for
my
wine
in
desperation
.
Little
Miss
European
Pigtails
returns
,
all
coy
glances
and
swaying
hips
,
with
our
entrées
:
beef
Wellington
,
I
think
.
Fortunately
,
she
gives
us
our
plates
and
then
leaves
,
although
she
lingers
handing
Christian
his
.
He
looks
quizzically
at
me
as
I
watch
her
close
the
dining
room
door
.
“
So
what
was
wrong
with
the
Parisians
?
”
Elliot
asks
his
sister
.
“
Didn
’
t
they
take
to
your
winsome
ways
?
”
