It wasn’t getting any easier. Juliet sat across from Henry in a fancy restaurant, wearing an elegant gown and lots of sparkly diamonds, a fake smile on her face as he rambled on about how it had been growing up in France. She pretended to know nothing about the country, despite the fact that she had lived there most of her life. At least, when he was talking, she didn’t have to think up lies or pretend to be someone she wasn’t. All she had to do was ask questions and try to pay attention long enough to remember what he’d said.