Page 4 — The Toast That Turned Into A Public Trial
Philippe approached their table with the check.
Adrien reached for his wallet like a man in control.
Then Philippe spoke.
Adrien froze.
Philippe gestured across the dining room.
Adrien turned, scanning — confused — until his eyes hit me.
I stepped slightly out from behind the orchids.
And raised my glass of water in a polite little toast.
His face drained white.
It was instant.
