canât order it up like a soufflé.â
âIâm almost thirty, I spent the last two years eating rainbow trout and rib eye steak at wedding receptions at the Philadelphia Club and Rittenhouse Hotel,â she began. âNow my mailbox is full of announcements with yellow ducks and blue soccer balls and baby names written in cursive. If I donât find a man and get married soon, I never will.â
âI know what you mean, every couple I know is pregnant,â Alec grumbled. âIt makes you wonder if anyone listened in health class. All that talk about safe sex and abstinence was useless.â
âSometimes when I discover a new stock or see a dip in a foreign market, I know something big is going to happen,â she mused. âItâs like a sixth sense. I get a tingling in my fingers and it creeps through my whole body.â
âThatâs carpal tunnel syndrome,â he said. âI get the same thing when I hold a pencil too long.â
âI have that feeling now,â she continued. âIâm sure the fortune-teller is right, I just need to find a French aristocrat.â
âThat all sounds fine.â Alec shrugged. âWhy are you telling me?â
Isabel stood up and walked to the window. She gazed at the gold-and-silver Christmas tree in the Place de la Concorde. She turned around and her brown eyes sparkled.
âBecause youâre going to help me.â
âMe?â Alec laughed. âHow would I do that?â
âWhen I was looking for things to do in Paris, I read about the Red Cross charity ball,â she explained. âItâs held every year at the Petit Palais and itâs the most important ball of the season. Tickets are two hundred euros and the attire is formal. It sounds glorious: men in white dinner jackets and women in glittering evening gowns and a sit-down dinner of veal sweetbreads and strawberry Chantilly for dessert.â She paused. âI checked with the concierge and tickets are still available. Youâre going to take me.â
âThatâs a monthâs rent!â he exclaimed. âAnd Iâm a terrible dancer, I always step on my own foot.â
âI canât go by myself,â she insisted. âA single American tourist would be as welcome as a bad cold. Iâll pay for the tickets. You must own a tuxedo, you were getting married.â
âI did buy a white dinner jacket for the rehearsal dinner.â Alec hesitated. âBut youâre not planning on spending four hundred euros on a few glasses of fizzy champagne and a plate of overcooked meat and buttery vegetables.â
âItâs an investment.â Isabelâs eyes were huge. âMy whole future is riding on it.â
âYouâre serious about this?â
âWhen I was in college, I took the Eurostar from Paris all the way to Vienna by myself. Iâm perfectly capable of balancing a checkbook, and my father taught me how to change a tire.â She paused. âBut I canât make oatmeal for one person without burning the bottom of the pot, and whenever I throw only one pair of socks in the dryer, they never seem to dry. I might be old-fashioned, but everything is more fun when you share it with someone. I donât want to miss out.â
âEverything does seem to come in pairs. The maid left two hazelnut truffles on the pillows even though Celineâs side of the bed is empty,â he sighed. âAll right, Iâll do it. But Iâm not staying past midnight. I have to catch up on sleep or Iâll never finish drawing Gus fighting a shark on the Great Barrier Reef.â
âI thought you werenât going to have Gus swim in the ocean.â Isabel frowned.
He stuck a pencil behind his ear. âI changed my mind.â
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ISABEL STROLLED DOWN the Boulevard Haussmann and stopped in front of a stone facade. She glanced at the striped awnings