Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont Romane & Geschichten

His guests were frighteningly sophisticated but friendly, although in some cases, too friendly, she thought darkly when she caught sight of him deep in conversation with an attractive brunette. Brigitte Lasalle had arrived alone, but from the easy familiarity she shared with Armel, it seemed likely that she would not be returning home that night. Was she the new mistress? Was he going to replace her with that woman? Slightly shaking her head, Harley swallowed the bile that burned her throat and forced herself to smile at the man at her side. He didn’t know him, but that man watched her the entire time. His name was Olivier Garrel, a French businessman, who had also arrived at the dinner part

Vince said. As we were about to start walking towards the mansion, the front door opened and Vince was suddenly attacked in a bear hug by a beautiful middle aged woman, she clutched his shirt tightly like he was going to disappear any second. She has sandy blonde hair and a nice figure, she could easily pass as a model. She looked so small in her 5'4 height compared to Vincenzo's 6'3 height. "Mio figlio. You finally came to see your poor mother. I missed you so much,my baby." Vince grimaced at the nickname she gave him as he awkwardly pat her back, looking like he wanted to be anywhere but here.