Guilian saw the light sparkling in her eyes when he spoke French, and knew he'd made the right move in speaking her native tongue. Of course he knew of the Delacours. Another fine French family. With undoubtedly beautiful women.
The way she said his name reminded him for just a second of Opal, but he shook away the memories of her, may she rest in peace. "Well I would hate to think any young woman would not enjoy a warm welcome in such a place."
At the request, he turned to the waiter, still speaking in flawless French, ordering up the finest bottle of Veuve-Clicquot champagne they had. He might not still have his father's unlimited patronage at the club, but he did have his own investments. He could afford it.
When she said she had possibly been waiting for him, he managed a rather joyful laugh. Who would have thought his mood could be so distracted by such a beauty?
"Well it seems the fates have smiled upon us both." When the champagne arrived, Guilian handed Gabrielle a glass. "Should we make a toast, Gabrielle?" He allowed himself to say her name, hearing how it sounded on his own tongue. It seemed to belong there.