Gabrielle wasn’t convinced of any of it. Lavender was blonde and pretty enough, she supposed. Was she Gabrielle’s replacement? Before, no matter how jealous she felt, Gabrielle never really thought that she could be replaced in Fleur’s heart…
“Zhere was no bed involved,” Gabrielle told her in a bratty tone. Getting to her feet, she looked at Fleur who had her face buried in her hand. “I thought zhat you wanted to ‘ear about my night?” she accused.