When Simone and Colette were about to part ways, Simone had a bright smile on her face. She had found in her friend a good confidant, despite her fear of judgments, and the taboo nature of her relationship with William.
Colette, however, instead of heading out, turned on her heels, and made a beeline to where William had also just risen to his feet.
Simone followed her, slightly apprehensive of what might come out of her friend’s mouth, but also partly amused by the serious looks she was giving William.
One of the bodyguards stood between her and him at first, but William let out a calm but firm, “Let her.”
The man stepped to the side wordlessly.
“Hello,” she drawled in a saccharine tone of voice which was fooling nobody. “I’m Simone’s friend.”
William nodded at her, as if to say g
