Armand and I are spending the afternoon in a beautiful French rural idyll. It’s nice not worrying about running into someone we know. We can hold hands in public, something we can’t do in London because none of our friends or family suspect that we’re involved. We’re forced to hide our love.
Armand and his wife, Etienne are separated. I dated their son, Michel but I broke up with him after I met Armand.
“Happy?” Armand asks me now.
I nod. “Extremely.”
We kiss.
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This is for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.
Notes to Women 
Interesting premise. It makes me want to know more about the couple.
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That’s good, Jo. You’re curiosity has been piqued.
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How long must they hide?
The truth will come out, eventually.
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I think they will continue to hide until the divorce but who knows, the truth might come out before then.
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Dear Adele,
A rather convoluted turn of events in the family dynamic. No doubt the truth will come out sooner or later. Nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
You’re right. The truth will come out sooner or later. Thank you 🙂
Shalom,
Adele
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Forbidden love. A sweet yet sometimes bitter taste
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That’s a very accurate description of forbidden love.
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