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be nice to see them
for a few days, and it would be fun to go shopping with my mother. We don’t
have a break for Thanksgiving since it isn’t celebrated in Paris, but we've
been told that no one is going to give us a hard time if we take a long weekend
to travel back to the states. I don't feel like doing all that traveling back and
forth to Nashville for just a couple of days. Especially when I'll be going
home for winter break a few short weeks later.
    It's not a decision I need to make now, but I am leaning
towards staying in Paris for Thanksgiving. Almost everyone else is staying too.
All of a sudden my thoughts of vacation and travel are interrupted as Cleo
breezes in the front door.
    “Hey.” she calls, placing her bag down on the table. She
looks at the open bottle of wine on the counter. “You started without me.”
    “You were late.” I say simply.
    “I didn’t know I had a curfew.”
    “You don’t. I just didn’t realize that you were going out
and I needed the wine STAT.”
    Cleo laughs, pours herself a glass and sits next to me.
    “So how was your one-on-one lesson with Professor Pascal?”
she asks, her tongue wagging. Clearly, I'm not the only one who finds him sexy.
    I shrug, blushing a bit. “It was good. He’s really talented.
But I think he was surprised by the fact that I’m good.” I make a face. I don’t
like to brag about my talent, but I'll admit it had been a little insulting Luc
was so surprised when I played for him.
    “You’re more than good.” Cleo points out. “You’re freaking
amazing, and he’s an idiot for just realizing that now. I mean, hello, he’s like
this big shot music person, he’s our advisor in Paris, and he’s just now realized how good you are?” She shakes her head. “He’s an idiot.”
    “A sexy idiot.” I add.
    “Oh, definitely a sexy idiot. But he’s certainly is hot and
cold isn’t he? One second he’s having a great time, drinking wine with all of
us and then the next, he’s this stuck up, closed-off professor .” She
says, squinting her eyes.
    I know what Cleo means, but I wonder if Luc has to be
that way. If he has to at least try to act like our teacher.
    “I agree,” I say slowly, “but I wonder if maybe he shouldn’t
be socializing with us in such a familiar way.”
    “Oh please! Do you know how many teachers socialize with
their students? And we’re in Paris! He would be a weirdo not to hang out
with us.”
    “Maybe.” I really don’t know about these things. I guess I'm
naïve in so many ways. Cleo, who'd grown up outside of DC, always seemed worldlier
than I was.
    We shift the conversation away from Luc, which is probably
best as I’m still wrestling with whether or not to tell my best friend that
I’ve slept with him, and if I keep drinking at this pace, the secret's going to
spill eventually. We spend the rest of the evening finishing our bottle of
wine, and eat a late dinner in a cute little restaurant on our street.

Chapter Six

Madison
     
     
    The rest of the week flies by and before we know it it’s
Friday night—the night I invited Luc out with us. I haven’t seen or spoken to
him since our private lesson, and neither has anyone else. I guess since our
group is pretty much settled in the city and all of our classes have begun, Luc
doesn’t feel the need to be in touch with us as much. This makes me both sad
and relieved. I actually don’t even have Luc’s phone number, only his email.
But since I’m taking private lessons from him, I make a mental note to get his
cell phone number next time.
    “So, I invited Luc tonight,” I say casually, as Cleo and I
grab our purses.
    “What? When?”
    I try not to act like it’s a big deal. “The other day, after
my lesson. I just thought it would be nice. You know, because he had a good
time going out with us the other night.”
    “Oh. Well, he’s been MIA all week, so who knows if he’ll
show. If he does come, I hope he doesn’t have his head up his