CELESTINE’s P O V

‘‘Celestine, please…’’ I had to leave Sean earlier to use the restroom, and when I returned to my usual spot, he was still sitting there, but an empty bottle of whiskey was knocked over on the table in front of him. Sean continued to beg, and it appeared as though he had consumed too much alcohol by this point. ‘‘Let’s go back to France together, please…’’

I shook my head, recalling the scene earlier at the bar, and as we made our way to his room in the hotel where he was staying, his arm was draped over my shoulder while Jenny was on the other...