Upon Your Return
Suddenly there was a knock at the door and it swung open to reveal a man clad in the same color of uniform, but perhaps with more decorations than the officer questioning her.
Behind the man, a woman stepped forward, gasping. “Chère…Mon Dieu! What have you men done to this poor girl?” She brushed past the man to drag Fara in an embrace.
“Madame Devereux?” she asked in shock.
“Oui, Mademoiselle.” She turned to the men. “You should be ashamed. This young woman has been through a lot already and the minute you lost your man, you found it necessary to drag her to a place like this and treat her like a trollop on the street. She's an heiress, gentlemen, and you would do well to remember it. Come,
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