Ooh, wasn't this quite the reception?
As good of a front as Nott put up, Juliet did believe that she knew the man fairly well, and his intense look paired with silence was all she needed to know that her choice in date had rightly bothered him, as intended. Whether it was that he was with her or that it was just him hardly mattered--the whole point had been just to disturb his contentedness here in England, which she felt confident she had done to some degree.
Juliet gazed back at Rhys with the same sort of deadpan look, partially because looking away would mean a lost game and partially because she was trying to avoid the disgusting sight of the blonde slag he had just pulled tight. There would be time for punishing that one later, and she needn't torture her eyes with the sight of her undesirable visage now in order to do so.
Seeming unabashed by Rhys' less than warm greeting, Matthieu continued to smile pretentiously, also shooting an admiring glance at Catherine. "Madame, I don't believe we've met." Oh, now he was suddenly so fluent in English. "I am Matthieu Lefèvre, enchanté."
Ugh, honestly.
Juliet used the excuse of Matthieu's current preoccupation to slide her hand out of his and crossed her arms over her chest in a casual manner, although feeling anything but casual at the time. Well, if Rhys was going to be entirely silent, this would not do... They had things to discuss. "So, I trust the children are doing well?" she finally said. "I do hope you have someone watching over them, as I see the nanny has come along with you."
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