Seeing that Gabrielle was at least trying to be nice, Fleur smiled softly and answered. "I took 'er to zhe Eiffel tower, you know zhe spot." Fleur had taken Gabrielle to the spot because the younger Delacour couldn't apparate on her own yet. "I got down on one knee and asked 'er. She said yes."
"Because we bozh know zhat it is bullshit." Fleur said plainly, using the english word.
Fleur did not back down as Gabrielle neared her. It was something that she was used to. At Gabrielle's argument, she knew the girl was right. "I know I said zhat, but...zhings 'appen." she shrugged. "You cannot predict love, non?"