Jurian looks at the laughing and drinking Marguerite, a dark glint in his eye. What was that dance? Marguerite let that man kiss her? He thought she was being forced in this position, but could it be that her heart is shaking?
No, he can't let it be. He was only gone for a few months and she already forgot him!
If he doesn't act soon Marguerite will be swept away right under his nose. He can't just let that happen.
He looks at the performers on stage. A bunch of traditional singers and drummers. The traditional music isn't bad but it isn't enough to distract the crowd and Marguerite from that man. He must make sure her eyes are focused on him only, lest Armel decides to go on for another kiss.
Jurian is slightly irritated, Fiacre notices his foul mood and asks with concern about his well-being.
"Is everything fine with you Jurian?"
Jurian snaps out of his dark thoughts and looks towards Fiacre's concerned face. He smiles.
