Averie remembered it very clearly.
It was the last day of filming, and for whatever reason, the entire cast of Lady Ethereal was sitting together.
The devilish actor wasn't as close to them as he had been with the cast of BSPH, mostly because The Lady demanded most of his attention. Other than Josephine and Olivier, none of the others were in his age group either.
"What do you think about the ending?"
The question had escaped Margaux Delcour's lips in the voice of Lucienne de Roschillian.
Benoit Durand eyed an éclair resting on the pantry table. It was just sitting there, all chocolatey, inviting him. But the actor knew better. He knew he shouldn't partake.
Like a big cat stalking its prey, his gaze remained on that piece of sweet reprieve as he answered, "I like it."
"Do you?" She twisted her lips. "I don't know. I think it's—well..."
She sighed, unable to find the words.
"Say it," Benoit urged. "This is the last day anyway. Who's going to hold a grudge?"
