Chapter 34 Forgeries

Bernice

Christian was a total go-getter. He soon managed to get an invitation. But instead of using his own name, he posed as a wealthy French businessman named Gasly. I was to play the role of his wife, a prospect that sent a flutter of butterflies through my stomach.

As we entered the gallery, Christian's demeanor shifted. He stood taller, his shoulders broad and his chin held high.

"Bonjour, Monsieur," he greeted the manager, his French accent flawless and his tone dripping with sophistication. "I am Gasly, and this," he said, turning to me with a look of adoration that made my heart skip a beat. He took my hand, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. "is my beautiful wife, Madame Gasly. My wife and I have heard great things about your gallery, and we simply had to see it for ourselves."

I couldn't help but blush as Christian referred to me as his wife, even though I knew it was all part of the act.

"Welcome, Monsieur and Madame Gasly," the manager said, her eyes sparkling with