"Henri," I called out sweetly, searching the halls for my wayward butler, who was probably somewhere polishing silverware. I had only been in Paris for three hours and already I was unimpressed. The view of the city wasn't better than the view of the country, and I already missed the artsy atmosphere of Saint-Étienne. "Henri!"
The house was quiet, the only noise came from the ticking grandfather clock in one of the halls and the other noises came from the scooters honking outside. If I looked out the window, I'd probably see a brunette in a pleated skirt and beret apologising to another brunette in a black and white striped shirt and satchel while he stared at her longingly.
It was sickening.
"Nazareth, have you seen Henri?" I really needed to stop speaking to Nazareth in English.
"Non, madame."
Great. Now I needed to leave a message with Nazareth. "If he comes back, tell him I've gone shopping with Moira. I'll be back in a bit."
"Et monsieur Connor?"
